Ravings Of A Madman

They treat my work as the ravings of a mad man
They disregard every word, every scream I tear out
Tear out of my throat
They all think that I am insane
That I am deranged
That it all just means help me
They wanted violence
I brought it with malice
Met radio silence
So cut off the signal
I see things much differently so it seems
I'm always sick in the head
My ambitions can be seen as fever dreams
I really thought you would all understand it
But as it turns out
I'm just a nightmare incarnate
How about a story where a masked killer is hunting?
Where no one comes out alive?
You're fucking boring me
How about a story that reflects the scars I'm healing?
That relates to how I'm feeling?
Now I bore myself
Fuck, now my well is dry
Tried out all my cuts and now the body's died
Don't know where to turn so I'll just re-animate
Time and time again until the corpse is alive
Maybe I shouldn't do the same thing that put me here in the first place
Maybe my bloodshed should spread to a whole new populace
Soon you will all know the ravings of this mad man
A puppet using his strings to strangle his maker, so he too couldn't breathe
Feels razor sharp, severed the neck but they feel it in their heart
Mad man
Lunacy intact
Mad man
A storm that won't pass
Mad man
Brace for the impact
Mad man
Fear for what comes next