Go - You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh An American Psycho, whoa-oh An American Psycho, whoa-oh An American Psycho Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
A pounding pulse stirs anxious feelings inside Sick breaths of undead life "Help me Angel from evil" cried The children of the night Take this wasted
Bound by battle scars When the savages reigned The lord of war From his right hand man betrayed Beneath the battle field His murdered corpse they hide
Anything is what she is Anywhere is where she's from Anything is what she'll be Anything as long as it's mine And the door, it opens, way back in Or
Hate the living, love the dead Smashing embryos, cut off heads Find the brain for my bride-to-be We'll bear our children, Adam and Eve Put me together
Thirteen have come and gone, crimson death, crimson blood Rise from Hell, its fire burns everywhere Thirteen, the spell's begun, summon up the devil's
Their eyes for many centuries Peered in from space Sincere the hope, their wise believed They could teach our race But yet on Mars, a darker side Like
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Control the urge to spit up the vile worms, its soul Monsters seduced by her attention Try draining the infection Whoa, go, go,
Complications inside of me Reminds me that my heart won't always beat The ugly face of death that's smiling At my rotting teeth I will die here in this
In the night, I hear voices calling They seem to speak my name Glowing bright, I see the eyes of demons Reaching up beyond the grave And I think from
Furious the exodus walks along the maddening march of death With the furor and the masses whose supremacy is the dominion Alien bodies stiff and cold
We become erupt in violence Destroy the silence, our time has come Go We are the outcasted, ancient descendants The ones who've been calling and Would
Traded in my Bible for a little black cat The time of Armageddon's here Some call me the son of the mornin' God knows I'm the angel of light I drink
I know, I know your every move behind this face I have control over expendable slaves When confrontation comes down to the wire I'll use my cyclotrode
Hell is full time empty, human flesh feeding frenzy Woah oh, here comes the dead Open graves, ghouls a plenty, zombie army machine is ready Woah oh, here
The darkness bleeds violent sights It purges from within Death, it holds you in its arms And kisses you goodnight Oh, oh, oh, the darkness comes Oh,
Buried beneath the statue, the answer hides Enduring throughout the ages, the transmitter lies Once the chamber's open, the signal will be sent To another
Go, you're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh An American psycho, whoa-oh An American psycho, whoa-oh An American psycho Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
