Cannibal Corpse - Grotesque

GROTESQUE
Alex Webster

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 set me free 

Grotesque...mind...grotesque 

Did I kill them? 
Did I kill them?