Dreams are getting ever so violent Sleep is getting so hard to do Screams are getting ever so loud The pills I take are not any good How to erase the blood on my face How can I run away? How to control my thoughts thats my role Create what's never been done The carpet is sprayed with trickling blood Dead eyes stare at the floor Who gets k**ed makes no difference to me Even If them I adore One hit and two hits and three hits and more Scratch marks and blood stains all over the door Open the fridge and see what's to eat Eyeballs in gla** jars and spleen on a spit The stench is escaping, people will know I'll have to create to put on a show Dispose of the bodies and clean yourself up Start drinking a lot and piss in a cup The carpet is sprayed with trickling blood Dead eyes stare at the floor Who gets k**ed makes no difference to me Even If them I adore