what s on my mind stays on my mind my mind envisions a new scene infecting the mainstream with the friday the 13th mixed with halloween spill it on your screen let it bump through your speakers till you pause mesmerized like a deer up in the high beams walkin through a daydream maybe youre asleep fuck it i don t think it matters when you re becoming a creep what s on my mind horror death blood and violence divided by antrum two moments of silence where i sit alone in a room in a chair and i stare into a mirror and communicate with a monster that s there and i m scared to prepare the harness of death he requests but it hurt cause he keeps blowing his way inside of my chest and my mind says ah stop it doesnt really hurt shrug it off don t be a pussy go put another shirt a few drops of blood that bleed from me all the time put down the knife for now thats all my mind says while im dying i dont think youre ready for goin in my head instead you got a better chance of waking up the dead or maybe finding a monster living under your bed or unlocking the door that youve been really afraid to go in pop a ouji board on the floor with a friend and contact the dead and let the questions begin im so much worst than sin so they keep me all locked up so youll never see me again feel like im always in a battle it s gettin harder to handle like dripping wax from a candle all i think about is hurting people im not a hero but theyre callin me super evil so i walk around with a cape and a xanax better keep me strapped to the mattress and hope i never wake up from my dream with a sadness but all i ever seem to see is a cloud of blackness and my reality is just a catfish 