Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively You Die…
I hate people!

Struggling to breathe — Go!

The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes…
I hate people!

Struggling to breathe — Go!

Go! — A machine of penalty
Go! — The sweet insanity
Go! — Fade to black tranquility

You’re lookin' through the eyes of a psycho!
An American psycho
An American psycho
An American psycho

Psycho

Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you’ll die, I hate people

Struggling to breathe

Go, a machine of penalty
Go, the sweet insanity
Go, fade to black tranquility
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