While writing down these words,my red fingers are shaking.
I cannot see anything anymore or I just don't want to.
Raised my wrath upon them,this is not my making.
Another carnival of corpses I ran into.

1,2,3,4...
horned watcher at the door.

5,6,7,8...
someone waits at the gate.

I see the bodies layed on the floor.
And I gaze at me dressed in red.
I swear I saw the same stains before
and heard footsteps when I went to bed.

Blood,blood,blood
I killed the fat goose
mud, mud, mud
on my mary-jane shoes.

I try to find it.
I know it must be there.
Maybe someoe took it
who would dare?

A cleaver covered in rose
My mother is down sleeping
another tragic loss
but I'm not weeping.

8,7,6,5...
nobody could survive.

4,3,2,1...
As said the horned man.

My father has his skin away
his skull is now bare.
They are here to stay.
My grandma dyed scarlet her white hair.

Chop,chop,chop...
there goes their last hope
kill,kill,kill...
without my will.

My mind was so numb as I was licking the blade.
So many deep voices in my head.
If I were sober, I would totally fade.
but now I couldn't be more scared.

1,2,3,4
bathtub stained with dirt and gore.

5,6,7,8...
false try to escape my fait.

I buried them all under the floor tires.
six feet under,which is quite deep I think.
I don't really care about these liars.
Decay makes flesh shrink.

run,run,run...
to the gate.
horned man
will await.

1,2,3,4...
there are people in the floor.

5,6 and lucky 7
there's no place for me in heaven.

8...
branded by my very hate
horned man is at the gate.

9...
he says all went exactly fine.

10...
and nobody will see me again.

10,9,8,7,6,4,3,2,1
he says to put in my mouth a gun.

fire he says...shoot he says
and I could not possibly disobey.
It couldn't hurt less.
Now I am on my way.