Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face
It’s telling me I don’t belong with the human race
He’s askin me to join him, in eternal sleep
I give him my soul, my body I can keep
Reaching just above me, I see my pillow’s there
But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair
I’m starring at my body, I look as if I’m weak
So give me back my soul, my body you can keep
Sitting on my lawn
It’s just before dawn
I listen to the screaming, another life is gone
I’m playing with the children, children of the dead
My mother says they’re evil, my daddy give a shit
Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale
They’re askin me to follow, I shale, I shale
They dress me as a clown, I’m screamin as a loon
We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon
Here I come there I go, I’m a night walker
I’m starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker
I’m taping on the glass,
I lick it with my tongue
I notice that the house is vacant,
I’m starin at no one
I must have fell asleep,
I woke up on the floor
Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards
I’m gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks
The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks
Coming is my helper, tangling my brain
Something’s very wrong I can’t describe this pain
I’m calling for my mother, I’m crawling up the stairs
My mothers laughing at me, and she’s been dead for years
I’m falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor
I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door
I’m playin with the pigeons, they tell me many lies
They tell me I’ll have wings if I let them peck my eyes
I hear a woman’s voice calling from the dirt
I plant my little seed, and slowly she will spurt
And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound
I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts
Carrying the demons soaring with the heart
I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain
Only lay it’s demon egg, deep inside my brain
They’re calling me a killer, not saying that I’m not
My daddy’s tried to kill me ever sence I was a tot
By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend
Cuz if he dies my buddy, our friendship will never end
I’m sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark
It’s singing lullabies, and stringing out the harp
I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick
It’s cuz I’m sitting in my stomach
Mental warp
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