I wake in a sweat in the dead of the night
And remember a dream of fog and headlights
Now it's 3am and I can't get back to sleep
Might be because I sweat through the sheets

All these visions clouding my mind
it's 3am and I open my eyes
You're in my head, controlling my thoughts
Why am I seeing Garett Jacob Hobbs?

I'm not insane, these aren't my crimes
Because of you I'm doing time
I will prove it's you, if it's the last thing I do
(This is my design.) I'll be on the outside

Cross me once I'll cut your throat,
Rip open your chest and pull your tongue through the hole
Cross me twice, it doesn't matter
I'll make your last meal your brain on a platter
I'll mount you on antlers and leave you in a meadow
Rip out your guts and play them like a cello
I'll help myself to your organs, such fine cuts of meat,
Feed your face to some dogs during this wonderful feast
I'll remake you in my image, put thoughts in your head
Control all your movement til you're almost dead
I will make you suffer for my crimes
For they call me the Ripper and This is my design

I see visions of man, I see visions of deer, clock's ticking backwards, I'm not sure what's real
I see illusions of my deepest fears, all alone wide awake, fighting the urge to kill

Consult me to catch my kind?
Not going to earn peace of mind
Your logic sounds sludgy
Just hope you aren't too ugly

bury this knife deep into your heart
Look in your eyes because I know who you are
You'd betray me, If not I you;
As you lay bleeding, you may ponder that truth
there is a plan for those - that I select,
- witness the agony of those you swore to protect
My design surpasses yours,
Next time you join for dinner, you may be the main course

Deep underground, my skin is turning read
I'm wearing your severed face as my own head

At your cries, I just laughed
You'll find the body in the elevator shaft

Don't look at me, mister
Just cause I ate my own sister
I'll still take your life
for insulting my step aunt wife

Consult me to catch my kind?
Not going to earn peace of mind
Your logic sounds sludgy
Just hope you aren't too ugly

You cut out my guts
I'll retire for a few years
Then I'll come after you
Just look for me in Florida
I've got the face of a Picasso painting
I can catch a killer
Then drink you under the table
You can't stop me now!
I'm a human cubist!
Every side of my face is frowning at you
My mentor will have a fit!
You're fired from your job as a serial killer
Go vomit your sister's flesh!