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[Madrox] |
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They keep telling me pull the trigger and kill em dead, |
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Bullets goes in the front, not in the back of their head, |
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Second shot to the belly sure to shatter the spine, |
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Loadin the gun invisioned inside of my mind, |
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Encoded message under my skin tellin me not to let them live |
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And if I do I'm sure to take their place, |
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Even though it's a sin, intended victims are kin, |
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And if they scream for mercy, shoot them in the face |
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Tonight's the night they say to do it, I better do it quick, |
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It's almost dusk and my heart's beatin real fast, |
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I keep replayin in my head how they gonna look when I catch them sleepin, |
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To see the flash from a gun blast, |
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Up the staircase, longer I've have ever walked, |
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Time slows down when the tensions heavy, |
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And the shotgun's slipping cause my palms real sweaty, |
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And the demon keeps asking me - "Are you ready??" |
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I'm not, and say that I suppose, and blam them bullet holes, |
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And blam them bullet holes, and both bodies slumped over, |
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The door won't close so I pause in amazement and I take my repose |
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"Don't stop there, there's two more alive, |
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I said kill them all and they all must die," |
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So back up the staircase to make a quick right, |
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To my parents room to kill em both on sight |
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[Monoxide] |
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Strange things... |
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Going on inside of my mind telling me to (kill) |
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Telling me to get a butcher knife up outta the kitchen, |
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Hey wait minute, listen (kill) |
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Whispering, and I can't get away, I hear this shit all day, |
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Really not sure why the voice come get me I'm about to GO INSANE, |
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The way I see it, it really don't matter cause everybody in the room |
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Better find a way to get outta here, |
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Instead of causin problems and making everybody suffer, |
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Now I'mma be the motherfucker looking for a volunteer, |
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I can hear it again whisperin, |
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Transitionin' through anything that I'm listenin' to, |
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And I can't think about bringing anything but impending doom, |
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Go in the kitchen where everybody is sitting, |
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Now they're looking at me like I'm some kind of a fucking lunatic |
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Or maybe I was wrong and the reason that they were lookin is |
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They can see it all on my face, man, I'm losing it |
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[Madrox] |
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Everything is done now like the demon said, |
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Only me alive, no more voice in my head, |
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Total silence, all that's left of the night, |
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Bloodshed, gun shells, death and shear violence, |
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"Are you happy now?! Look what you made me do! |
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Everybody's dead, now I'm gonna kill you!" |
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I said "Show yourself" but no one spoke, |
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There was only one shell in the pocket of my coat, |
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So I loaded my gun back up one last time, |
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And I took a deep breath and I put it to my mind, |
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I can hear the cops outside telling me put the gun down, |
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Son, everything is gonna be fine |
