Warped Thinker:

I drop my deaf thoughts into hysteria
That misery that has lots to say,
It's like King Kong imbued with steroids
And ageless torture forever and a day.

It's pure insanity at its rawest form
Thats full of waste and rotten decay,
Where craziness and madness
Are dressed in the death of gray.

A place where understanding and reason
Have indigo blood stains on their hands,
And darkness prevails over judgement
In hellbound dungeons of the badlands.

Where the light of day was never born
And common sense is overrated,
Those demonic voices inside my head
That are so inflated that their hated.

A horror show that's in the making
Where the wicked spirits never rest,
Those very depths within my mind
That don't always turn out the best.