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!