| On my knees havin' feelings of pain
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| On the ceiling blood sprayed mist
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| I’m needin some fuckin desperate healing
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| I close my eyes to see my whole life pass by
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| Im hurt up on the inside and ain’t even gotta ask why
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| It’s like I’m caught up in the pressure, feelin empty
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| Waking up drenched in sweat, soakin wet
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| Ain’t got nobody with me
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| I’m all alone and fightin battles with my inner demons
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| Closet filled with bones so many secrets and they’re talkin to me
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| Did they see me do it? |
| dump the body in the river
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| Open up their stomach, drink the blood, and then I eat the liver
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| Was there a witness to my sickness?
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| I swear paranoia got me goin crazy, should I confess?
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| All this murder piling up, stackin at my feet
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| Got me in them cold sweats I’m drowning in a Krimson Kreek
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| Now I’m nervous, feelin empty scitzrophranic
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| All this passion, skull bashin, got me manic in a fuckin panic
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| I feel their eyes on me
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| Somethin watches my every move
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| If they see what I see, they’d know exactly what I do
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| Try and amend yet another crime on my mind
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| Walk amongst society and try to leave this all behind
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| But every step I take I feel the pressure growin
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| People starin at me, shit, all these motherfuckers knowin what I do
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| By the moonlight while creepin in the dark
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| Do they know about the jogger in the bushes by the park?
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| Do they know about the lady in the woods by the highway?
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| Will I rot in prison cause I gotta do it my way?
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| I shoulda listened to em cause it all made sense
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| Burn the bodies, burn my clothes, and burn up all the evidence
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| But now I’m stressin with a mind full of questions
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| Scitzrophrania, depression, gotta find a new profession
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| Feelin weak with all this growin' thin and this agony I’m livin in
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| A killer from the crops only knowin bout a life of sin
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| This shit was easy when I didn’t make the choices
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| Killin ain’t the same when you’re ignoring all the voices
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| All these voices in my head, are they the voices from the dead?
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| I hear them comin down the halls underneath my fuckin bed
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| Is it their spirits or their bodies that I tried to hide?
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| They come to tell me that they gon be waitin on the other side
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| Or is it demons? |
| yeah its demons knockin at my soul
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| I might be better off if I let em take control |