| Slashes to Slashes, Dust to Dust | 
| With the blade in my hand, kill you, I might | 
| Forget about falling, it’s for poor distant punks | 
| I tell you I’ll see the pain after I see the trunk | 
| So you really thought I just came | 
| To the gutters forlorn to be tamed? | 
| I’m at the end of, my rope your Tying | 
| This is just dreaming of might | 
| Hallucination, your in for shit! | 
| I dare you to look at me, I’m a pshyco freak! | 
| You motherfuckers wanna give me, a lobodomy? | 
| Fuck no, then you know who I am? | 
| Well we’re about to fucking see | 
| You started messin with death | 
| No one said? | 
| I’m a Maniac | 
| Fuck yeah, you have no power to ask why! | 
| Then I will give you a turn | 
| When talking out of your bodom mouth | 
| At night I bark, scream or shout | 
| So really thought I just came | 
| To the gutters forlorn to be tamed? | 
| You motherfuckers wanna give me, a lobodomy? | 
| Fuck no, then you know who I am? | 
| Well we’re about to fucking see | 
| You started messin with death | 
| No one said? | 
| I’m a Maniac | 
| Fuck yeah, you have no power to ask why! | 
| Then I will give you a turn | 
| I’ll never give a fuck that | 
| These poor bridges are burnt | 
| Fuck no, fuck all that shit | 
| Now then, would you all just let me go |