Monstrous
My thoughts
Revolting visions, carnage

Bloodbath
My dream
Gore soaked

My hands
Hallucination, or real
I wield

The blade

Grotesque...mind...grotesque


Visions
Murder

See myself slashing, the throats
Victims
My friends

Horror
My crimes
Fiendish memory, did I

Kill them
I must know


Did I kill them?

Life long friend

Cut off his head

How can this be I butchered them

Why would I slaughter them?
Who gave me this knife to kill them
With, how could I chop them up?


Survey my massacre
Fragments of my comrades carpet

The ground below
I want to escape
Stab myself suicide wake me up and set me free


[Solo: Pat]


Grotesque...mind...grotesque

Did I kill them?

Did I kill them?