Time to paint the walls red time to make some bloodshed. Time to make your lungs sore, time to make you breath no more. Time to cut some lives short, time to make this world no more. Cleans the blood of the world by draining every man from it. My laughter will drown out the scream, these voices drown out my conscience, the voices in my head tell me wrong from worse. Blood trails will be left as well as sugar trails. I taunt my enemies with dead ends and insanity. So close but yet so far. I'm in my head come and find me, it's easy to get lost in there, you'll most likely lose your sanity in the dark chaos of my mind. It's a horrid place I'm trapped in. Every night. The nightmares. The voices. The images I see will make anyone mad. Blood is red, my hair is blue, would you like something sweet? I wouldn't trust me if I were you.