American Psycho

Misfits

Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you die
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!

A machine of penalty
The sweet insanity
Fade to black tranquility
You're lookin' through the eyes of a Psycho!
An American Psycho
An American Psycho
An American Psycho!
Psycho

Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you die
I hate people!

Struggling to breathe, go!

A machine of penalty
The sweet insanity
Fade to black tranquility
You're lookin' through the eyes of a Psycho!
An American Psycho
An American Psycho
An American Psycho!

Psycho!
Psycho!
Psycho!
Psycho!

Written by: Michale Graves
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