Cannibal Corpse — 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, 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?