The Depression Theory

[Chorus: Stash And KidCrusher]
This is the theory (the theory of depression)
On how your life is (when it has no direction)
When you tryna open up (but you get no attention)
And you wanna break out (to a bloodbath sick room)

[Verse 1: KidCrusher]
Prepare to witness a place of gore
Of confused minds and blood on the floor
Carved up corpses, in the corner
Sliced up by a psychotic hoarder
Slice, dice, chop em' up haphazardly
Like mice, splatter brain matter
Pound on the skull until it shatters
Hack, slice, chop, carve, rip and tear
Carvin' out your eyeballs, and watch them sit and stare
Tear, rip, chop, hack, slice, chop, toss em' in a sack
Tags on bare feet, means a real treat
To the butcher of human meats
Slice the throat from ear to ear
Gallons of blood suddenly appear
And then I cut through
And watch em' disappear

[Chorus 3x]
This is the theory, the theory of depression
On how your life is when it has no direction
When you tryna open up but you get no attention
And you wanna break out to a bloodbath sickroom

[Verse 2: Stash]
I got a depression theory
My mind ain't right
My mind's not like everybody here tonight
'Cuz there's all the people are all like candy and happy
Fat rich bitches sayin' don't look at me
Every rejection increases the depression
Increases aggression until I feel pressure
And then I start sweatin'
Don't think I forgettin'
There's demons in my mind that they somehow get in
These peeps see I'm trippin', actin' concerned
Back the fuck up before y'all get burned
I said "back up buddy, before you get bloody"
Before you need a dentist to verify your body
I'm slutty, hah, when it comes to killin'
I see the opportunity, man, I can't help it
I'm addicted, it's in my blood
I wanna see your blood all over the ward

[Chorus: Stash And Kidcusher3x 3x]
This is the theory, the theory of depression
On how your life is when it has no direction
When you tryna open up but you get no attention
And you wanna break out to a bloodbath sickroom

[Verse 3: KidCrusher]
It's gotta be evil, straight demonic shit
Stash and KidCrusher smokin' on the chronic [?]
Shoot your anus apart with a paintball
It's painful
Cuz' I stitch your ass with a staple
Look at my face, I'm fuckin' mental
Breaking necks with my feet, like it [?]
Decapitated the master in his dojo
Then beats the master out of a massive group of fuckin' hormones
Veins exposed, torn from the bodies
The most interesting out of my hobbies
To get paid for such task
Is more than any man could fuckin' ask

Ripping, tearing off your skin until it turns wet
Vile surgeon, knife cutting in
Swatch ya, flesh eating lot of cries out of pain
Evil doctor, death drove him insane

[Verse 4: KidCrusher & Stash]
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken
Piles of guts
Moist and steaming, tendons severing
Brains are boiling
Un-buried corpses in state of decay
Rotten limbs start to ferment
Torso's torn in two
Skin ripped off to expose muscle tissue
Butchered for human stew
Crawl into the cadaver head first
Eat your way through the guts
Decaying innards
Is enough to drive you nuts
The spleen of the carcass
Is oozing from your mouth
As you chew on the piss filled kidneys
Suck the vomit through intestines, leaving nothing but bones...
In my closet