Dementia

She reads to me by the

Soft glow of candlelight

Speaking of angels and demons

Instilled at such an early age

With such fright, were these divine gifts of reason

I lie awake as her ghost

It still walks through the halls

And moves all around me

Echoing warnings

Burned into me as a child

That the sinner will pay with his life

Sheltered in filth

The windows they all bleed black

To hide such dementia

Inside of my mind

Or the mind that I seem to lack

No one pays close attention

I lie awake and I think of the simpler times

Before insanity found me

With a desire to unearth the dead in the night

Making me feel so alive

And now a part of me feels complete

When I butcher these bodies

Trophies of skin they fall at my feet

All decaying and rotting

Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time

I bring home a new slave

Mother said lost souls should all be saved

'Cept from a madman and his empty graves

Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams

Like I'm no more than a devil

As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need

That starts here with my shovel

Prying open the lid I can still see her face

Etched in my eyes here forever

I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate

It's got to be now or be never

And now a part of me feels complete

When I butcher these bodies

Trophies of skin they fall at my feet

All decaying and rotting

Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time

I bring home a new slave

Mother said lost souls should all be saved

'Cept from a madman and his empty graves

It's got to be now, now or never

It's got to be now, now or never

It's got to be now, now or never

It's got to be now, now or never