P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C.

'Cause the blood that I bleed it is no longer red It is black like the words that replay in my head My sanity's gone and my morals are wrong And I know what they all say That I'm out of my mind That I should go to hell Do you think I am blind? Do you think I can't tell? I know where I'm going, I know where I'll go And when I get down there I'll sit on my throne There's something inside From which I can't hide They laugh at my presence They laugh when I cry My eyes have gone wild Their light isn't human I can feel myself smile 'Cause 1, 2, 3, they're coming after me 'Cause I'm P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. 4, 5, 6, you have no idea what's coming after this Hey! Hey! Hey! Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands Better drop that gun while you still have a chance I already feel a knife in my hands And it won't stop no It won't stop no P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! Your hands are tied up What are you gonna choose? Will you jump from the window or hang from the noose? Will you rip off your face or just further debase the things you couldn't do? Just bask in the glory of all that's mundane Reject the desire Consume all the pain Be proud of your pride And the things that you hide Break through the endless haze There's something inside From which I can't hide They laugh at my presence They laugh when I cry My eyes have gone wild Their light isn't human I can feel myself smile 'Cause 1, 2, 3, they're coming after me 'Cause I'm P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. 4, 5, 6, you have no idea what's coming after this Hey! Hey! Hey! Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands Better drop that gun while you still have a chance I already feel a knife in my hands And it won't stop no It won't stop no P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 'Cause 1, 2, 3, they're coming after me 'Cause I'm P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. 4, 5, 6, you have no idea what's coming after this Hey! Hey! Hey! Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands Better drop that gun while you still have a chance I already feel a knife in my hands And it won't stop no It won't stop no OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM! P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!