They told I been waiting too long
I need to stick the knife back in them
They get so impatient cause they waiting for that platinum
Got no motivation I'm still beating up a track like it's
A bastard please relax taping drywall how I plaster them
Ten whole days I been living in that ruin
Mega-city monolith I'm feeling barley human
In the stomach of that beast and it's gruesome
I guess I better sit down in the corner
And stay wrapped in my delusions
Put your gas mask on it's time to wake up
Breathing in that helium the tubes have all been taped up
Crushed by little numbers it gets scraped up
Powder in my grey matter make it worth the pay cut, don't play us
Wrist deep ripping coins out of my stomach
Thousand little eyes at my fingers and I love it
Dirty little pieces running water on the dishes
Bio-shocking how your daughter getting drilled over syringes
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
Draining out my IV on the floor let it leak
Red lines on my eyes cause I cannot get to sleep
Cannot even dream
To distracted by the fiends and the smell
Of all these dead fucking sheep
Step after step after step
Bitch we walking with the concubines
Go inside and get pretty little valentine
In her eyes I can see what's coming next
Heartless as an Aztec rolling down the temple steps
The machine been fucking dead
But your still up in its stomach
Everything is real just remember not to touch it
But I cannot shake the feeling
That I'm rotten and I love it
I'm in public with the sewer rats
Banging on a drumstick
Y'all really can't shut the fuck up
I swear to god
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks
Sub machine got a whole new fucking meaning
Wired up my skin it's tracking back into the ceiling
Got me coming in like clockwork till that
Orange started peeling
Her face is fucking pretty I can't wait to see you leaning
Till I got the bed frame shaking
Like an inmate getting put down in basement
Give them roughly two weeks
You can talk to your replacement
Or go and get your head caved in on top the pavement
Silhouettes of bodies piled
Evidence of knives and guts
It started with a trial
Ending up indulging cuts
Reflection of my face on that steel covered blood
Stabbed to death in your apartment
No one heard it cause the tv loud as fuck
Waiting for the music
Go enjoy the symphony
Conductor been abusive
Might die inside a cubicle now go make sure your noose fits
I take what I need and I abuse it
You say one more word and imma lose it
A hundred rooms
A hundred dead fucking freaks