Time...Trapped Under A Rock

I CAN'T STAND THIS HATE INSIDE OF ME 
  CAN'T GET A GRIP GET A GRIP ON REALITY 
  WHEN THIS AIN'T THE PAIN I'M USED TO, I JUST CAN'T RUN AWAY LIKE I USED TO 
  I WAKE UP WITH SOME GAPS IN MY MEMORY, OPEN MY EYES BUT THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER 
  ME 
  IT'S JUST A DREAM I JUST DON'T WANNA STAY, I LOOK AROUND BUT IT JUST WON'T GO 
  AWAY 
  I SEE THE PIECES, SEVERED BLOODY PIECES, A LUNATIC WITH A PSYCHOPATH SOUL 
  I SEE THE PIECES, SEVERED BLOODY PIECES,AND MUTHAFUCKA I'M TAKIN' CONTROL 
  ANOTHER LOOK IN THE MIND OF A LUNATIC, AND I ADMIT IT'S ENOUGH TO MAKE A DOG 
  SICK 
  I TURN AROUND AND THE PIGS START SHAKIN', LOAD THAT FUCKER UP , BLAST AND TURN 
  TO BACON 
  I CAN'T HELP IT, I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHAT IN MY MIND MAKES ME WANNA KILL 
  ANOTHER MAN 
  I TURN AROUND , I JUST DON'T WANNA STAY, I CAN'T SEE THE LIGHT OF ANOTHER DAY 
  I SEE THE PIECES, SEVERED BLOODY PIECES, A LUNATIC WITH A PSYCHOPATH SOUL 
  I SEE THE PIECES, SEVERED BLOODY PIECES,AND MUTHAFUCKA I'M TAKIN' CONTROL 
  I'M NOT INNOCENT, NO I'M NOT INNOCENT 
  I'M JUST CRAZY 
  PRIMER FIFTY-FIVE