American Psycho Lyrics

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

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh Whoa-oh
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

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh Whoa-oh
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