(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny, man, this shit ain't funny, I have a problem and I need help, I mean goddamn look at me, just look at me)

Godamn, look at me, I'm a mess

I mean, what the hell is happening these days

I don't want to hurt people it's just my mind

I-I can't control myself, argh

Sitting by a dumpster on a dark and rainy night

I'm killing in a alie ain't a soul in site

Theres rain pouring down on my blood stained clothes

Trembling and shaking 'cause I just don't know

What's going on with the feeling right inside me

Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me

I don't know who I killed or even why I did it

The last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchen

Now, I'm more covered in blood and I'm fucking soaking wet

I got a human heart on a chain around my neck

My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed

A sick imagination in a blood stained brain

So, I stand up rain beats off my face

So, I get my hatchet and I put it on my waist

Take off my mask and I put it on to place

There ain't no time to waste its blood I wanna taste

I walk into a diner that's open all night

There ain't nobody in there but the cook and his wife

Walked to the place and they're scared as hell

I jump over the counter and they start to yell

I tell the bitch to shut her mouth and stay the fuck still

Grab the cook's head, plant his face on the grill

And as I press harder I can smell flesh burnin'

Took a hatchet to his neck the blood starts squirtin'

Body hits the floor, his heads still fryin'

His wife lays on the headless body and she's cryin'

Grabbed her by the hair bit out her throat

She gasps for air and the bitch starts to choke

I leave her to die while I grab the cooks head

I slice off his cheek and I put it in some bread

Cut off their fingers put 'em in the deep fryer

I ate 'em on the counter while I light the place on fire

Leave the burning buildin' in search of more victims

If anybody steps into my path I'm gonna kill 'em

Got a pocket full of bibles in my trench coat

A bloody lunchbox filled with noses and throats

Hacked up fragments of brain stuck in my hair

A mayonnaise jar filled with bit off ears, man I'm in tears

My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed

A sick imagination in a blood stained brain

My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed

A sick imagination in a blood stained brain

My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed

A sick imagination in a blood stained brain

My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed

A sick imagination in a blood stained brain