Q Strange: Decayed thoughts

(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny Man this shit ain't funny I have a problem And I need help I mean goddamn look at me Just look at me) Godamn, look at me, I'm a mess I mean, what the hell is happening these days I don't want to hurt people it's just my mind II can't control myself Argh Sitting by a dumpster on a dark and rainy night I'm killing in a alie ain't a soul in site Theres rain pouring down on my blood stained clothes Trembling and shaking cause I just don't know What's going on with the feeling right inside me Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me I don't know who I killed or even why I did it The last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchen Now I'm more covered in blood and I'm fucking soaking wet I got a human heart on a chain around my neck My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed A sick imagination in a blood stained brain So I stand up rain beats off my face So I get my hatchet and I put it on my waist Take off my mask and I put it on to place There ain't no time to waist its blood I wanna taste I walk into a diner that's open all night There ain't nobody in there but the cook and his wife Walked to the place and they're scared as hell I jump over the counter and they start to yell I tell the bitch to shut her mouth And stay the fuck still Grab the cook's head Plant his face on the grill And as I press harder I can smell flesh burnin Took a hatchet to his neck the blood starts squirtin Bbody hits the floor, his heads still fryin His wife lays on the headless body and shes cryin grabbed her by the hair bit out her throat She gasps for air and the bitch starts to choke I leave her to die while I grab the cooks head I slice off his cheek and I put it in some bread Cut off their fingers put em in the deep fryer I ate em' on the counter while I light the place on fire Leave the burning building In search of more victims If anybody steps into my path I'm gonna kill em Got a pocket full of bibles in my trench coat A bloody lunchbox filled with noses and throats Hacked up fragments of brain stuck in my hair A mayonnais jar filled with bit off ears man I'm in tears (Chorus - repeat 4X) My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed A sick imagination in a blood stained brain