Psycho, got my smiling face printed on day glow.
And I want the bottom to read wanted
for first degree breach of patience.
My goals, still routed to the past like velcro.
There the only thing that last in this hell hole.
Persevere my own creation.
We made a vow
were gonna break the mould somehow.
Pupils dialate.
Weve been too busy waiting
for lady luck to smile and give a f*ck
too busy waiting and all you can call me's a Pscho
Got the price of pain tattooed on my soul
and the wait of restraint ive let go
slashed the veins that fueled frustration.
For what this is worth, i'll scream my lungs out
and dig to unearth the cost of conceptual sacrifice.
Dont water this down. This is my passion.
Your words are the lense through which can see
All your thoughts.
Pyscho
Pyscho!
[Thanks to www.sinocence13 for adding these lyrics]