Blitzkid–Dementia

Five Cellars Below[3]

She reads to me by the soft glow of candlelight
Speaking of angels and demons
Instilled at such an early age, with these gifts of fright
Were these divine gifts of reason
I lie awake as her ghost it still walks through the halls
And it 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

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