got some epilepsy, I'm bangin' my head on the
wall, I'm gettin' a little tipsy...Nothin' to
comfort me but a small rubber duckie...I think-
I-I-I think I'm goin'...No, no, no, what's the
word..? oh yeah...)
I'm layng around wastin' my life, talkin'
to myself, laughin' for no reason (haha!).
I strain myself from the burning pain inside,
I'm wearin' a strait áo khoác to keep from cuttin'
myself, 'cause when I bleed, it doesn't satisfy my need...
it only brings pain, painful memory,
tears, & screaming, yelling & shouting
knives tattered with blood. Broken glass fallin' from above. (No one can help me, no one can stop my will, no one can help me, not even Dr. Phil...)
I remember the word I'm lookin' for...(What!? What is it? What is it!?)
Psycho, (ooh, ooh) Psycho, ( ooh, ooh).
I'm losin' my mind, outta control, crackin' the wall, kickin' the door, screamin' to the floor.
No one to blame but myself...
I lay awake at night, trying to figure out
the puzzle I my life (which piece goes here? Which goes there?), but my tears block the answer
My tim, trái tim is trying to give me, but it's too late
to ask for forgivenes (lies, nothin' but lies
in my soul...), there is no trust in my life, I
reject the face I see in the mirror, 'cause
all I see is the darkness I' ve become,
there's a monster in my soul that is taking over my brain. It's hittin' me hard like a freight
train! I've now become...become..!
(A monster? A beast? A creature of darkness?)
Psycho (ooh, ooh), Psycho, losin' my mind,
losin' my sanity, losin' control! Crackin' the
wall, breakin' the rules, yelling to the sky!
No one to blame but myself...(I need help, I need
it bad!)
Psycho, pyscho, pyscho, pyscho, pyschopath, pyschopath, pyschopath, pyschopath...
I don't pray at night because no one will hear
my prayers, no one to save me from my lies, I can
no longer keep my pain & suffering in my head...
I never seem to sleep at night 'cause all I dream
is the scheming I've done & the blood that has been shed from my hands. I am just a Mất tích cause with no meaning in my life. (No hope at all,
no hope in my soul...) I can't trust myself anymore! Is there some to save me!? Help me!?
make me a better person than what I've become!?
It's all over! It's too late!
My time has come! My brain is
swelling with agony & melancholy!
It's OK, it's all right! But that's what happens when bạn become a-
Psycho (ooh, ooh), Psycho (oh no!), I'm losin'my mind, losin' control! bangin' on the door, cussin' out the sky & fist-pumpin' the floor!
I'm screamin'! I'm cryin'! My life's messed
up as hell! But oh well...It's nothin' new
Because everything is true & my life will
never be the same again...
But my tim, trái tim still can't reveal the
answer to me deep inside...
Because I'm just a lonely...
Pyscho...
