Psychopath © 2022 Alan Molin

I was born on a winter's day.
Glistening sunlight all around.
They gave me tools to find my way.
But it's the dark side that I found.
Down down down.

I've got a black hole deep inside of my heart.
Psychotic wounds that never heal.
You wanna poke me, now why you wanna start
down that road to getting real.
I'll tell you something; I don't play nice.
Cut you open and I won't think twice.
Don't wanna do it, but I don't really care.
Make the strike; I have no fucks to spare.
You be the jerk that's gonna crack wise.
I'll take a minute and I'll cut you down to size.
Think it over cause I'm the better man.
Walk away if you can.

Act like a human, I'm just playing the part.
See how many I can fool.
Everything's a LARP; I'm just waiting to start.
Time to dive into the pool.
Did no one tell you that life ain't fair?
Is that your girlfriend? I just don't care.
Lying here in wait and lying to your face.
Set the trap to put you in your place.
Anything you do, well that don't fly.
Crack you open and you won't know why.
Just another day, another hit and run.
For me it's over when it's done.

I get my pleasure from causing you to fear.
Your discomfort is my fun.
Give me your attention whenever I'm near.
Do you have no place to run?
Do you wonder how I know your name?
I'll keep you guessing, cause that's my game.
I'm not gonna stop; not even if I could.
Using reason won't do you no good.
Order of protection; ain't no way.
Loving your attention; make my day.
I wanna bend you; I wanna make you break.
I wanna see what you can take.

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