The Ballad of George Stark

[Verse 1: Ian] I'mma stab you, slice you, kill you I'mma do what the voices tell me to I got a scitzrophranic problem and I understand I wanna kill everybody on this wasteland I took her out for a late night dinner She said she liked me and I'm a winner I wanna cut her up and put her in a duffle bag I wanna wear her face to work and say "what's up, hey" You motherfuckers don't feel me, hear me Ignoring the things that I say will leave you bleeding I'm hearing things and my ears are ringing Angels singing and people screaming Pray to God for a last breath Before I take it right outta that chest A taste of flesh, I reminisce about a late night dinner With a dead bitch [Hook:Ian (x2)] These voices, I hear them, over and over And it's hard to try to stay sober, over and over [Verse 2: Damien] I hear voices, bad choices led me to expose your brain It's no thing, I'm insane, I cut your face and let it hang You know pain is my pleasure, just another body to dismember Man I love it when the ligaments are severed The louder they scream the better And never will I stop, I'll chop you to nothin No need for a coffin cause you're goin in my oven Kickin and screamin won't get you shit You've entered the mind of a lunatic It's sick how quick my personality splits Blood drips off my knife's tip, you're next bitch These voices won't quit, these voices won't stop It's drivin me mad, but they're all that I got [Hook] [Verse 3: Maniax] These voices are like annoying noises keepin me awake I try and get some sleep but instead I lay and shake Today I'll break through and the ghost will go away But they'll be back tomorrow night with somethin slick to say So I stick the blade in my veins to open up my eyes And wash away the blindness from soakin up the lies That are spoken by the gods that I'm seeing in the mirror My visions kind of blurry but I think I'm seeing clear Nevermind I'm drinkin beer, smokin pot, and poppin pills Greatest thought I ever got was to chop into the kills For I sought the wicked skills, and a school full of conspirators All I gotta do is close my eyelids, I'll hear the words Clear and pure, tellin me go commit a felony Turn their body inside out and hang it from a balcony Like a wind chime turn the bones into a [?] noose The skin is in the [furthest?] of divisions in my mind [Hook]