Decayed Thoughts lyrics (Lyrics)
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Album:Q Strange Lyrics
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(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny
Man this shit aint funny
I have a problem
And I need help
I mean goddamn look at me
Just look at me)
Godamn, look at me, Im a mess
I mean, what the hell is happening these days
I dont want to hurt people its just my mind
I...I cant control myself
Argh
Sitting by a dumpster on a dark and rainy night
Im killing in a alie aint a soul in site
Theres rain pouring down on my blood stained clothes
Trembling and shaking cause I just dont know
Whats going on with the feeling right inside me
Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me
I dont know who I killed or even why I did it
The last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchen
Now Im more covered in blood and Im 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 u p 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 aint no time to waist its blood I wanna taste
I walk into a diner thats open all night
There aint nobody in there but the cook and his wife
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Walked to the place and theyre 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 cooks 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 Im 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 Im in tears
[Chorus x4]
My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed
A sick imagination in a blood stained brain
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