Insane is all I know right now, and my head feels demented
My nails fall out, my gums decay, before I get sedated
I choke on my teeth and swallow a few, shit, it feels hard
As they wring the spit from my eyes and again I’m a discard
So numb that I couldn’t feel the knife on my spine anymore
And I couldn’t count the tally marks screaming on the wall
Keeping track of the infinite days when the demon lets me be
And inches its fangs closer to put me out of my stagnant misery
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Because the blood tastes more delectable when it’s not my own
As the whores that I corrupted bring my wasted body home
They don’t flinch at the maggots that they suck from my mouth
But they do protest before the chloroform hits their breathing south
No no, it’s not torture, I promise I won’t ever hurt you, my dear
I just wish to lick away all your mingling doubts and puerile fear
But don’t piss yourself, don’t soil your skin, or I’ll be very mad indeed
Behave yourself and stay sweet as hell, or you’ll die before you heed
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But they caught me revering over one of my masterpiece creations one day
Yelling loud profanities to such beauties, that’s not a very nice thing to say
They dislocated my shoulder just trying to put my artistic hands in cuffs
And took away my beloved artworks, goddamn these useless criticising cops
So that’s how I ended up in here, living and sleeping in a filthy jail cell
With a colossal man who uses me to play every night as if I couldn’t even tell
The food is bland, the nurses laugh, the doctors give me exclusive diseases
The medicine is cheap and expired, putting my mind under heavy poisoned dazes
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But it’s alright, because the girls I love visit me when no one else is looking
Their breaths may be putrid, their bones may protrude, but I won’t be complaining
And they’re building a rope out of their intestines to help with my grand escape
Don’t worry, I’ll be back to make you feel loved again, so just you patiently wait
They may inject cholera and botulism in me, and force me to see an underpaid shrink
But I won’t be deluded at all, no, as clear as a dark day I can still properly think
I’ll lace my pustule-dotted hands with anthrax and touch them until they’re all dead
Writhing on the floor as I step on their bodies, no one can help these bastards now
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But for now, insane is all I can ever know, and all this pain feels rather demented
My cheeks slough off, my ears leak brain fluid, yet I feel so divinely elevated
I suffocate on plastic pills and jolt again from the electroshock, shit, it’s such a buzz
As they wring the tears from my broken neck and again I black out with a slurred cuss
So insensible I couldn’t feel the rusted scalpel slicing out my frontal lobe anymore
But I wouldn’t have to count the scratched tally marks shrieking at me on the stone wall
Because when the demon rends another piece from my heart and transfers immortality
Vengeance will be served and heads will roll; this world is damned, so I’ll add a little more beauty.