See the faces, all the people,
    

      Smiling, dancing in the croud.
    

      All the music, and the love,
    

      In my mind It's too loud.
    



      Little children, and the elders
    

      They all look just the same.
    

      Please stop smiling, please stop laughing.
    

      You are all driving me insane.
    



      So many colors, in this venue,
    

      It's making me see red.
    

      Such a pain when they smile,
    

      Cure the pain when they're all dead.
    



      Take the knives and slit their throats,
    

      Skin the children like sheep and goats.
    

      Heads rolling on the ground,
    

      Turning smiles into cold dead frowns.
    



      As each one falls they start to change,
    

      The different colors become the same,
    

      The floor stained by blood and tears,
    

      My lust finally consumes my fears.
    



      I still hear moans as they crawl around,
    

      No! I must end that dreadful sound!
    

      I look to see who is still alive,
    

      The blood drips from my knife.
    



      And I see her crawling pleading to let her go,
    

      Shhh... Be silent, this is now my show.
    

      Her hair so soft as I rip it out,
    

      The knife enters her chest, as I kiss her mouth.
    



      Finally, silence, so blissful to me,
    

      But don't worry, I'm not insane, I'm just....crazy