Tristan Hill - P​.​S​.​Y​.​C​.​H​.​O (People Slaughtered, Your Crowned Heathen Ordered) lyrics

I hear voices that black out reality For what i know can never set me free From motel rooms a sea of red The bodies keep my darkness fed Hundreds and thousands of dead bodies lay Mutilated and waiting to disintergrate The swamps moan from all the voices The disappearance is well known I am nothing but a messed up being A tool of murder Wrecked and made for consumption I'll have my way with torture A lonely figure moves from blood soaked rooms People confused and have no real clue Internal war from within the brain Can truly make you feel insane A jealous man leads a murdered mother Loses sight of the mutilated soul Carved and sliced is what a psycho would do Now they look like nothing but pathetic fools I can see the sea of red through my hands My mind is dead Am I still myself Or am I consumed in my head Scared bodies I can still see Defiled smiles from the sides they bleed I leave my mark on the victims Flesh So that people know I am f**ed in the head A world of hate and a world of sin This is from all the anger coming from within I take my victims to a dark corner And hack at them with blunt uttensials A dead man lay there A worthless f**ing cadaver I'm not insane I just black out sometimes I k**ed a man No wait i swear it's all lies I can see the sea of red through my hands My mind is dead Am I still myself Or am I consumed in my head Scared bodies I can still see Defiled smiles from the sides they bleed I leave my mark on the victims flesh So that people know I am f**ed in the head A world of hate and world of sin This is from all the anger coming from within