Alex Webster - Grotesque lyrics

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 k** them I must know Did I k** 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 k** them With, how could I chop them up? Survey my ma**acre Fragments of my comrades carpet The ground below I want to escape Stab myself suicide wake me up set me free Grotesque...mind...grotesque Did I k** them? Did I k** them?