Train of Thought - Pissing Razors

Enter my world of savage hysteria

Feeling my blood boil to it’s flashpoint

Sensing I’am loosing control

Thoughts of death the only solution

Finding my victim was never the problem

At plain view from every angle

The smell of flesh soon to be destroyed

Pressure to commit- building up faster

Train of thought (X 4)

Feeling myself moving closer

Minutes away from becoming a killer

Nervousness and fear taking over

I can’t believe that it’s really me

Anxiously waiting as I awaken

Lighting struck the sky

I awoke and realized

No explanations to my disease

My dreams remain the same