Thoughts
Filthy Christians
I've got this voice in my head
He tells me who shall be dead
He's slowly taking over my life
Oh dear god I've already eaten my wife
These twistering sounds
In my brain
Holy mother
I'm going insane
I can feel him inside of me
Through my eyes he can see
He guides me through terror and pain
Over and over and over again
These twistering sounds
In my brain
Holy mother
I'm going insane
My best friend is torture and second is fear
So please come on closer my dear
Take a look in my eyes while I enter your soul
Ripping your skin and filling your holes
I don't know who I should kill
But I will do it with my drill
I worship the blood and kisses the meat
I laugh while I stand with blood on my feet
These twistering sounds
In my brain
Holy mother
I'm going insane