| Woke up on the bad side of bed again
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| I can’t escape this phase
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| Everywhere I turn is another wall
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| And the medicine got me feeling like I’m stuck in a maze
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| I can only find my way out by subtraction, murdering’s my reaction
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| Look in the basement and you can see what I mean
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| People all cut to pieces, soaking in gasoline
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| I always knew that I was different from the start
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| Born with a black heart, addicted to pitch dark
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| I still don’t understand why I’m so in love with killing
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| So I just sit and stare up staring at the ceiling
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| Hoping I’ll get to take this jacket off
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| But not with all this crazy talk
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| Maybe I’ll pretend to find my sanity
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| Or just embrace the fate that the voices have handed me
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| I’m laughing laughin' like a lunatic
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| I’m laughing laughin' like a lunatic
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| I’m laughing laughin' like a lunatic
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| I’m laughing laughin' like a lunatic!
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,…
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| I’m laughing like a lunatic…
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| I’m laughing like a lunatic! |
| ha,…
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| Bloody bodies in the bathtub
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| For over two whole weeks and the smell is deadly
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| Pieces of their flesh fall from off the bone
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| And float along on top of the water like confetti
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| People in the basement cry cause they’re hungry
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| And they want to be fed
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| Now I’m looking for replacements
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| All of the others that I brought em are dying or either dead
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| Standing in the parking lot of a shopping mall
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| With a «I'mma take one home» look in my eye
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| Moments later, driving home and I got it in the trunk
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| Everything is gonna be alright
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| Why did I get so worked up to the point that I thought
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| That I couldn’t go through with it
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| When every time I do it the thrill is even better than
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| The first time that I ever did it |