Grotesque - Cannibal Corpse

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, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill,

did I kill, 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 set me free

Grotesque… mind… grotesque

Did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill, did I kill,

did I kill, did I kill them?

Did I kill them?