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 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 and set me free

Solo: Pat

Grotesque...mind...grotesque

Did I kill them? Did I kill them?