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Grotesque




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?