Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks

Lines of cocaine cut in hell

Obsessive hands gently grab your neck

Look into sick eyes...

I hate people!



Struggling to breathe -Go!



The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment

Sex puts me in the mood to make you die

Obsessive hands gently grab your neck

Look into sick eyes...

I hate people!



Struggling to breathe -Go!



Go! - A machine of penalty

Go! - The sweet insanity

Go! - Fade to black tranquility



You're lookin' through the eyes of a psycho!

An American psycho!