Songtext von American 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! 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!