P.S.Y.C.H.O

Verse 1:
I hear voices that black out reality,
For what i know can never set me free,
From motel rooms a sea of red,
The bodies keep my darkness fed,
Hundreds and thousands of dead bodies lay,
Mutilated and waiting to disintergrate.
The swamps moan from all the voices,
The disappearance is well known.

Pre-Chorus:
I am nothing but a messed up being,
A tool of murder,
Wrecked and made for consumption,
I'll have my way with torture

Verse 2:
A lonely figure moves from blood soaked rooms,
People confused and have no real clue,
Internal war from within the brain,
Can truly make you feel insane,
A jealous man leads a murdered mother,
Loses sight of the mutilated soul,
Carved and sliced is what a psycho would do,
Now they look like nothing but pathetic fools.

Chorus:
I can see the sea of red through my hands,
My mind is dead,
Am I still myself,
Or am I consumed in my head,
Scared bodies I can still see,
Defiled smiles from the sides they bleed.
I leave my mark on the victims
flesh,
So that people know I am fucked in the head,
A world of hate and a world of sin,
This is from all the anger coming from within

Breakdown:
I take my victims to a dark corner,
And hack at them with blunt uttensials,
A dead man lay there,
A worthless fucking cadaver.
I’m not insane,
I just black out sometimes,
I killed a man,
No wait i swear it’s all lies

Chorus:
I can see the sea of red through my hands,
My mind is dead,
Am I still myself,
Or am I consumed in my head,
Scared bodies I can still see,
Defiled smiles from the sides they bleed.
I leave my mark on the victims flesh,
So that people know I am fucked in the head,
A world of hate and world of sin,
This is from all the anger coming from within