Dementia

She reads to me by the
Soft glow of candlelight
Speaking of angels and demons
Instilled at such an early age
With such fright, were these divine gifts of reason

I lie awake as her ghost
It still walks through the halls
And moves all around me
Echoing warnings
Burned into me as a child
That the sinner will pay with his life

Sheltered in filth
The windows they all bleed black
To hide such dementia
Inside of my mind
Or the mind that I seem to lack
No one pays close attention

I lie awake and I think of the simpler times
Before insanity found me
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night
Making me feel so alive

And now a part of me feels complete
When I butcher these bodies
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet
All decaying and rotting
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time
I bring home a new slave
Mother said lost souls should all be saved
'Cept from a madman and his empty graves

Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams
Like I'm no more than a devil
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need
That starts here with my shovel
Prying open the lid I can still see her face
Etched in my eyes here forever
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate
It's got to be now or be never

And now a part of me feels complete
When I butcher these bodies
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet
All decaying and rotting
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time
I bring home a new slave
Mother said lost souls should all be saved
'Cept from a madman and his empty graves

It's got to be now, now or never
It's got to be now, now or never
It's got to be now, now or never
It's got to be now, now or never