Where did all this begin my malicious tale So rife with loathing, despair, and revenge Picture this a home could grow aware Would this explain why I now live in fear
Sometimes the razor's dull And doesn`t cut enought Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
All of this aggression and fury inside me Has seeped into the bones of this old house Year by year the rage was building up And my short fuse has turned against me now
Sometimes the razor's dull And doesn`t cut enought Sometimes it definitely cuts too much Sometimes the anger doesn't always manifest Sometimes the anger's like a hornet`s nest
I don`t know how much I can take I simply must get out of this mad house Nowhere to hide I can't escape I really think it's gunning for me now You can't imagine how I ache to toss a match And burn the whole thing down I pray in time it's blown away To nothing but a big hole in the ground
Whould I get an answer If these walls could talk Would they explain why they now Want me dead Was it me, am I a wicked man Was this monster born of my own two hands
Some days it's tame Doesn`t spill too much blood Some days it's crazed And can never get enought Some days it's still Like the calm before a storm Some days I wish I was never born
I don't know how much I can take I simply must get out of this mad house Nowhere to hide I can't escape I really think it's gunning for me now You can't imagine how I ache to toss a match And burn the whole thing down I pray in time it's blown away To nothing but a big hole in the ground
It`s grown hungry, rather famished Smelling blood and turning savage Now it's learning, forming habits Sentient and wreaking havoc It's growing, gaining traction Can't give up I must take action It is screaming, gaining reason Making plans, becoming brazen It is living, in existence Cognizant without a conscience Shaping tactics without lenience Setting traps to restore balance now
Get me out of this mad house I'll die in this mad house