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 and set me free 



[Solo: Pat]



Grotesque...mind...grotesque 



Did I kill them? 

Did I kill them?