Psicopata

I grew up among the shadows
Of a revolution
Breaking in misery
In tears and pain
Among flames of injustice
Among death and destruction

Watching mothers with their children
Screaming for compassion
And surrounded by so much evil
I was just an observer
In my mind has grown
A strong illness
I am bound by my complexes
And the fear of the darkness

I'm a psychopath
I feed on blood
I'm a psychopath
Now it's too late

I feel pleasure in death
I like to make people suffer
I want to see the world desolate
Everything is stained with blood...

I am a product of humanity
Reject of society
I am not guilty of my illness
Like me... Thousands of others will

I feel pleasure in death
I like to make people suffer
I want to see the world desolate
Everything is stained with blood...
Everything is stained with blood...
Everything is stained with blood...

I'm a psychopath
I feed on blood
I'm a psychopath
Now it's too late