Psychopaths are people too
If I were them, I'd screw all of you
Should we kill them, watch them die
Should we listen to their lies
Aren't they people, not like me, and have them die and set them free

Why do you kiss him when he will go
Why do you hug him when he knows
That's it's me you're going to have
And it's me you're going to love
And I'll wait, pray for that day
And I'll thank the god above