When You Go Insane
Blood splattered on the wall and dripping down.
Bodies everywhere and they're dead, silence, not one sound.
I walk down the trail of bodies and I think I'm going to hell.
I get to the end of the trail, enter the library, and say, "I did well."
I'm not like every other psycho path who kills and then kills himself.
No, I want them to wonder why I did this.
I want them to come in here and see me grinning against this shelf.
I'm beyond insanity, I AM the meaning of murder.
Because before I kill them, I like to make them shudder.
I hear a noise from the hall and in come two detectives.
I laugh, " Good evening detectives, why so apprehensive?"
