The monster
The mo.. the monster
All all all I see is this blood on you

Yeah
For Real

The monster
The mo.. the monster
All all all I see is this blood on you

Yeah
C'mon
Yeah

I got
So much blood on my hands they look forever red
Developed hunger
From a taste I shoulda never fed
Tortured animals
Dislocated mandibles
Rusty razor blade
Cutting the eyes out of a severed head
Manic mood swings make me do things
Like make noose rings outta shoe strings
Then I string my puppy in a closet
Trying to hang him till he die
And I giggle cuz he sound just like a baby when he cry
Skinning things alive
Nail they flesh up to the wall
They bodies look disturbin'
Cuz they nerves still make em crawl
I cut the jugular vein and watch the blood spray
Open stomach
Flies swarming where the guts lay
Until it's something you done seen in the flesh
You'll never know the true meaning
Of being demon possessed
I can feel that something sickening
Is living inside
And I'm trying to get a grip
But I keep feeling it slide