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Walking in the unlight
In my hands my knife
Kill, crush, reap, destroy
Crush you like a toy

As you run in your blood
My blade takes the first cut
Blood runs down your throat
I want to
See your body on the earth, cold

But when I come back
Have your hand in my neck

You take me as I am
Sick and far from normal
There is blood on my hands
You tasted it
you liked it

Maybe you're my motivation
To do this
But if it's so
I love it like you
Your own personal Psycho

These days we're just to short
We did all we fucking could
Your always near to me
I hope what we had, can sometimes be
It is still existing
But our eyes are closed
It was not the right time
One day it will grow so big
I enjoyed every single day

You take me as I am
Sick and far from normal
There is blood on my hands
You tasted it
you liked it

Maybe you're my motivation
To do this
But if it's so
I love it like you
Your own personal Psycho

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