Grotesque

歌词

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 set me free 

Grotesque...mind...grotesque 

Did I kill them? 

Did I kill them?

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