Tytuł: Decayed thoughts

• Wykonawca: Q Strange
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(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funny
   Man this shit ain't funny
   I have a problem
   And I need help
   I mean goddamn look at me
   Just look at me)
  
   Godamn, look at me, I'm a mess
   I mean, what the hell is happening these days
   I don't want to hurt people it's just my mind
   I…I can't control myself
   Argh
  
   Sitting by a dumpster on a dark and rainy night
   I'm killing in a alie ain't a soul in site
   Theres rain pouring down on my blood stained clothes
   Trembling and shaking cause I just don't know
   What's going on with the feeling right inside me
   Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me
   I don't know who I killed or even why I did it
   The last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchen
   Now I'm more covered in blood and I'm fucking soaking wet
   I got a human heart on a chain around my neck
   My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed
   A sick imagination in a blood stained brain
   So I stand up rain beats off my face
   So I get my hatchet and I put it on my waist
   Take off my mask and I put it on to place
   There ain't no time to waist its blood I wanna taste
   I walk into a diner that's open all night
   There ain't nobody in there but the cook and his wife
   Walked to the place and they're scared as hell
   I jump over the counter and they start to yell
   I tell the bitch to shut her mouth
   And stay the fuck still
   Grab the cook's head
   Plant his face on the grill
   And as I press harder I can smell flesh burnin
   Took a hatchet to his neck the blood starts squirtin
   Bbody hits the floor, his heads still fryin
   His wife lays on the headless body and shes cryin
   grabbed her by the hair bit out her throat
   She gasps for air and the bitch starts to choke
   I leave her to die while I grab the cooks head
   I slice off his cheek and I put it in some bread
   Cut off their fingers put em in the deep fryer
   I ate em' on the counter while I light the place on fire
   Leave the burning building
   In search of more victims
   If anybody steps into my path I'm gonna kill em
   Got a pocket full of bibles in my trench coat
   A bloody lunchbox filled with noses and throats
   Hacked up fragments of brain stuck in my hair
   A mayonnais jar filled with bit off ears
   man I'm in tears
  
   (Chorus - repeat 4X)
   My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayed
   A sick imagination in a blood stained brain