American Psycho

American Psycho

Call me insane, but the fact remains,
that im a psycho,

I creep up on you late at night,
duct tape so you cant put up a fight,
drag you to a stolen cop car,
lock you in the back, behind the bars,
no escape, you can't get away from me,
and i don't discriminate, color i dont see,
you could be white, yellow, or purple,
but when im on that syrup, durple,
ya know, i tend to do things most wouldnt,
like screw holes in your brain, thought i couldnt,
somehow you're still alive, eatin your brain,
pickin at it with chopsticks, ya im insane,
my next victim was a slick one,
big fancy lawyer, pull my gun,
stick it in her face,
shut up bitch, gimme that can of mace,
you dont know it but you're about to be a movie star,
see i film everything i do, even her cryin in the car,
i try to tell her, theres no use in cryin,
no matter what, tonight shes dyin,
cause the only happiness i can imagine,
is the world burning when i wake in the mornin,
meteors crashin to the ground, scorchin earth,
destroyin cities, ravagin the planet like a curse,
thats what i dream about at night,
now isn't that a fucked up sight,
every night you lay down to sleep,
see nothing but destruction, dont weep,
dont shed a tear, dont feel nothing,
numb to all fear, no emotions, anything
cold water runs through these veins,
makes me wanna do fucked up things,
so watch it, i suggest you lay low,
or in my trunk you'll end up stowed,
my next victim, future guy in a gutter,
"please no" is always their last mutter,
their last breath always the same,
will my rage ever be contained?
Probably not. I'm an American Psycho.