Q-Strange - Decayed Thoughts Lyrics
(Some of you people listen to this music like this shit is funnyMan this shit ain't funnyI have a problemAnd I need helpI mean goddamn look at meJust look at me)Godamn, look at me, I'm a messI mean, what the hell is happening these daysI don't want to hurt people it's just my mindII can't control myselfArghSitting by a dumpster on a dark and rainy nightI'm killing in a alie ain't a soul in siteTheres rain pouring down on my blood stained clothesTrembling and shaking cause I just don't knowWhat's going on with the feeling right inside meBody parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside meI don't know who I killed or even why I did itThe last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchenNow I'm more covered in blood and I'm *****ing soaking wetI got a human heart on a chain around my neckMy mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayedA sick imagination in a blood stained brainSo I stand up rain beats off my faceSo I get my hatchet and I put it on my waistTake off my mask and I put it on to placeThere ain't no time to waist its blood I wanna tasteI walk into a diner that's open all nightThere ain't nobody in there but the cook and his wifeWalked to the place and they're scared as hellI jump over the counter and they start to yellI tell the ***** to shut her mouthAnd stay the ***** stillGrab the cook's headPlant his face on the grillAnd as I press harder I can smell flesh burninTook a hatchet to his neck the blood starts squirtinBbody hits the floor, his heads still fryinHis wife lays on the headless body and shes cryingrabbed her by the hair bit out her throatShe gasps for air and the ***** starts to chokeI leave her to die while I grab the cooks headI slice off his cheek and I put it in some breadCut off their fingers put em in the deep fryerI ate em' on the counter while I light the place on fireLeave the burning buildingIn search of more victimsIf anybody steps into my path I'm gonna kill emGot a pocket full of bibles in my trench coatA bloody lunchbox filled with noses and throatsHacked up fragments of brain stuck in my hairA mayonnais jar filled with bit off earsman I'm in tears(Chorus - repeat 4X)My mind is rotting and my thoughts are decayedA sick imagination in a blood stained brain
