Psychopath - Supersister

It is not strange to be a psychopath

The world we’re living in goes straight to bath

There is a reason to feel so alone

When there’s every night a panther on your telephone

It’s really hard today to find some truth

There’s even acid in your apple juice

I don’t think it’s too hard to understand

There are people who don’t even trust a helping hand

They prefer to drown in water in the drifting sand

Some of them have already custard eyes

They hide in alcohol or Jesus Christ

And others grew completely out of bounds

Now the festival of violence is all around

And the cry of one’s despair is no more than a sound

And the cry of one’s despair is no more than a sound

It is not strange to get a heart attack

Since we’ve got nothing like a tail to wag

Why are frustrations keeping up inside

Make the Dr. Jekyll’s change into the Mr. Hyde’s

So many people feeling hook and eyed

There is no law that makes it justified

You cannot rise against the common herd

'Cause the only thing that counts for them is yellow dirt

It’s the fancy price of living in the gruesome world

You took the chance to leave the beaten track

You are unsticked at such a strange effect

You’re feeling more than just a substitute

So you better not fly too high in your selfish mood

As you know you have been born without a parachute

It is not strange to be a psychopath

The world we’re living in goes straight to bath

There is a reason to feel so alone

When there’s every night a panther on your telephone

It’s really hard today to find some truth

There’s even acid in your apple juice

I don’t think it’s too hard to understand

There are people who don’t even trust a helping hand

They prefer to drown in water in the drifting sand

Some of them have already custard eyes

They hide in alcohol or Jesus Christ

And others grew completely out of bounds

Now the festival of violence is all around

And the cry of one’s despair is no more than a sound

And the cry of one’s despair is no more than a sound