PSYCHOTUNE
 
comfortably drowning in pools of red
slowly sinking in shards of flesh
like quicksand, wading through the limbs on the floor
while your brains are splayed across the register
& now your lying on your back  with some metal in your gut
i wonder how much pressure it would take to shim it up
blood and death, these are my fantasies
should i keep it to myself
 
should i keep it to my...
keep it to myself
 
109 on a subway train
I could mow them all down with my sub-machine
from my vantage point up on the 14th floor
I could pick-off a dozen as they head for work
when i'm standing behind you in a fast food line
i could pull out a knife and stab you one at a time
i can rape and axe my family
i don't care if i get caught
cause there's an impulse in my brain
and i've just go to get it out
should i...
 
keep it to my...
keep it to myself
 
well i'm not the person who you think i am
because i keep it to myself
i'm not as ordered as you think i am
because i keep it to myself
well i'm not as quiet as you think i am
because i keep it to myself
no, i'm not the person who you think i am
you know i'm not
you bet i'm not
 
should i keep it to my...
keep it to my...
keep it
to my
self.