3 a.m.

There is no escaping... There's no place to hide... You scream someone save me... But they don't pay no mind... Good bye... Your walkin' down a horror corridor it's almost 4 in the mornin' and you're in a nightmare it's horrible right there's the corner waitin' for ya ta turn the corner so he can corner ya you're a goner he's onto ya out the corner of his cornea he just saw ya run all you want is to rest cause you can't run anymore your done all he wants is to kill you in front of an audience while everybody is watching in the party applauding it here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again contemplating my next plot again swallowin' the Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman at the Ramada Inn holdin' onto the pill bottle then lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom and make sure I got all of it wake up naked at McDonald's with blood all over me dead bodies behind the counter shit guess I must'a just blacked out again, not again... It's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em I said, it's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies laying all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em... Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube maybe they'll show some boobs surfin' every channel until I find Hannah Montana then I reach for the aloe and lanolin bust all over the wall panellin' dismantlin' every candle on top of the fire place mantel and grab my flannel and my bandanna then kiss the naked mannequin man again you can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan whose used to using hallucinogens causin' illusions again brain contusions again, cutting and bruising the skin razors scissors and pins, Jesus when does it end? Phases that I go through, days that I'm so confused days that I don't know who, gave these molecules to me what am I gon' do? Hey the prodigal son, the diabolical one very methodical when I slaughter‘dem. It's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em I said, it's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies laying all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em... She puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again, she puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again I cut and I slash slice and gash last night was a blast I cant quite remember when I had that much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half a flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights pushed him into the stinkin' tub cut him up into pieces and just when I went to drink his blood I thought I oughtta drink his bathwater that oughtta be fun that's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun the sight of blood excites me that might be an artery son your blood curling screams just don't seem to bother me none it's 3 a.m. and here I come so you should probably run a secret passage way around here man there's got to be one oh no there's probably none he can scream all he wants top of his lungs but ain't no stoppin' me from choppin' him up-up. It's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em I said, it's three a.m. in the morning, put my key in the door and bodies laying all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed‘em killed‘em...