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?