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