Memoirs Of A Psychopath Lyrics

The voices inside my head
They have a special task for me
Yes I believe
Dry lips and panda makeup
I'm at the center of a black comedy

At your request
Another calculated guess
Another test
Another well constructed mess

You read me in a strange way
You turn my hunger into greed
It sickens me
My walls are lined with faces
Brazen reminders of my past tragedy

At your request
Another calculated guess Another test
Another well constructed mess

Memoirs of a psychopath
The day I fell between the cracks
Wasted wishes, heart attacks
The trophies of a psychopath

At your request
Another calculated guess
Another test
Another well constructed mess

Memoirs of a psychopath
The day I fell between the cracks
Wasted wishes, heart attacks
The trophies of a psychopath

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