I have tried my hand at a "Eminem" style of song writting. So, if your a fan of his or of I.C.P who'em, I like both, then you might like this song.

Now, I think I lost my mind....

God I pray you help me to put the machete away and if you wouldn't mind, tell the voices to go away. Keep me always from evil to turn, don't let me those houses to burn. I feel I'm loosing it, each piece of me crumbling bit by bit. My mind keeps circling while my nerves keep jerking. And I'm running out of things that will hold me back, from coming to those people's houses and placing them all in body bag sacks. Am I insane for this monster inside of me to no longer tame and feeling I should just let it loose and not care who it mames? Dark thoughts flow through me and my vision goes red till I can no longer see, till I just picture myself knelling on the floor, blood encircling my knees.

What am I supposed to do, when all I see is a place where's there's no longer a you? Coming to your house with a can of gasoline, a lit match, and a Jason mask. With a bloody check list to mark off each of my dirty tasks?

How am I to control? Control my self from putting a bomb under your car, drunk off my ass from drying out the local bar. Crossing wires, shit. I hope that I did this right. Waiting around the corner to wait for you to start the ignition and light up the night.

Is there away to stop? To stop myself from kicking in your door, slapping you in the face and calling your mom a filthy whore? Pulling out my gun, spinning it around my finger and asking if you wanna have some fun? Russian roulette isn't much of a game when you play it sane. Hang you upside down from the rafters with a rusty chain.

Singing, "Now, I think I lost my mind."

I have to admit, when I think of your demise I smirk a grin, thinking about how much I will have to repent for all my sins that I have committed against you. Break all the commandments while I break all your bones, you should have thought about this when you wouldn't leave me alone. Now where here, hung you high in a tree, knot tied in your ear. And we haven't even started yet. You haven't even felt the heat from the fire I'm about to set. We're going to play burn the witch, I bet when you feel the flames you'll scream like a bitch. But, that's cool. We are far in the country, down deep in some woods. And there isn't a person near by to hear your calls for help, don't even bother begging for mercy, I just wanna hear you yelp. Its time for a cook out my way, find Hannibal and serve you up on a tray.

What am I supposed to do, when all I see is a place where's there's no longer a you? Coming to your house with a can of gasoline, a lit match, and a Jason mask. With a bloody check list to mark off each of my dirty tasks?

How am I to control? Control my self from putting a bomb under your car, drunk off my ass from drying out the local bar. Crossing wires, shit. I hope that I did this right. Waiting around the corner to wait for you to start the ignition and light up the night.

Is there away to stop? To stop myself from kicking in your door, slapping you in the face and calling your mom a filthy whore? Pulling out my gun, spinning around my finger and asking if you wanna have some fun? Russian roulette isn't much of a game when you play it sane. Hang you upside down from the rafters with a rusty chain.

Singing, "Now, I think I lost my mind."

I bet you never thought this would be your fate, you pushed me to far and drove me to hate. Stop caring if you lived and just wanted you to die. Picturing knifes sticking out each one of your eyes. This is where demented fantasy becomes a twisted reality. Slashing both your wrists with car keys while I yell; "See, you DROVE me insane, you DROVE me insane. Now, what is left for me to gain? Piece of mind. Your no longer an issue inside my mind.....

What am I supposed to do, when all I see is a place where's there's no longer a you? Coming to your house with a can of gasoline, a lit match, and a Jason mask. With a bloody check list to mark off each of my dirty tasks?

How am I to control? Control my self from putting a bomb under your car, drunk off my ass from drying out the local bar. Crossing wires, shit. I hope that I did this right. Waiting around the corner to wait for you to start the ignition and light up the night.

Is there away to stop? To stop myself from kicking in your door, slapping you in the face and calling your mom a filthy whore? Pulling out my gun, spinning around my finger and asking if you wanna have some fun? Russian roulette isn't much of a game when you play it sane. Hang you upside down from the rafters with a rusty chain.

Singing, "Now, I think I lost my mind."

"Now I think I lost my mind."

"Now I think I lost my mind......."

I'm to smart to get caught, Ill never do time.....