its like, this light, of shade dark, creeps threw night's
i try to hide, i tryed to many, to count 2 high
til i scratch my own skin, til ive reached inside
speak as i, have killed myself, just to update my mind
oh my, don't mind me, why ? have i
bacame such a monster, lie's feed's my line's
ill beat my own self, til i can't walk a line
listening to johny cash, then crash out, before my spine snap's cause ive
turned into a creature
with green eyes, red skin, and ripped t-shirt
no pant's, flashing girl's, call me creep ? sure
ill beat your fucking head in, before the bored, i reach for
i speak four languge's, just to be sure
when i kill a girl, i have the right speach, before i eat her
jeffrey dahmer, meet charle's manson, with a little eric in the middle
killing families, when stuirt little, was still living with the little's
im'a little crazy ? maybe ! when i see you burn inside the car, with carl, before i flip em