The voices in a mans head speak to him, they tell him to stab, they tell him to shoot, they tell him to murder. Beyond all of these thoughts his conscience took over his mind, preventing him from acting upon these murderous thoughts. One day, however, his minmd took completely and utterly dominated his body, making him spiral out of control into the very depths of his imagination, where he would lay rest, never to return...
D'leh:
Deranged state of mind, cranium full of wrath,
Brain attacking the streets traveling the psycho path,
The voices in my mind tell me to slaughter,
Take a trip to Ethiopia and sell me your daughter,
Upon whom I will visit many a torture,
Tell her to do everything I say, breaking every law with my orders,
Then snatch the little bitch up, for my actions, I am not liable,
Rape her multiple times until her body parts are unidentifiable,
Walk of into the darkness because my master beckons me,
Destroying the minds of others beyong all reckoning,
Listen to my thoughts, you can hear the demons speaking,
Liquid falling out of my ears, the blood is even seeping,
Down onto my chest to make it look like I murdered,
Remembering how that litle girl screamed, but nobody heard her,
These voices tell me to follow the star that shines brightest in the sky,
Obeying the command, I come upon a man, such a surprise...
For he is like me.... Demented in every way, this man, is a cold blooded murderer. Confiding in him, I watch, as his mind seems to control his body, making him move in ways that normal people do not. Paying close attention, I observe...
RX:
The voices in my head forever taunting me,
Demonic laughter from hell haunting me,
I tried to shut them up i bash my head against the wall,
They wont leave i bash my skull but they creep and crawl,
The voices wont stop they make my brain numb,
Tellin me to do sick shit in voodoo tongues,
I am doin what they tell me just to shut them up,
You think youre my friend but Ill still fuck you up,
This is a fucked up illusion,
My mind that Im losin,
The man you knew was a mirage,
I am clean cuttin body parts up in my garage,
Im the quiet killer you never thought you would get injured,
The whispers said theres a bloody mess a sick massacre is pictured,
The demon in my head told me to rape her,
I liked the sound of torture,
But I didnt sweat it I tried to forget it,
And nobody knows that im a crazy skitzophrenic,
The voices tried to put me on death row,
My hands killed some many i never felt so low,
They made me into another psyhco path,
The screams and enjoyment made me laugh...