Psychopathic

Girl, why you fuckin' with a conniving man

When the sky's bloody red and all ya see is the dead

If a man or a woman dies, not on a god's time

But on a man's sin all error must be forgiven (yuh)

Murder is work like Kurt Cobain's dirt

God is shotty I pump then clean after every scene, yeah

Master at the profession, call me James hurt

And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth

(He's dead)

Risen by the devil, raised by wolves

The thought of heaven, without the fuckin' rules

Seven deadly sins all died as a tragedy in time