Chorus:
Everytime I wanna try this, I get blinded
Hate of hypocrites, I outlined it
Physiocological death, never heard of
Being dead without death, everything gone, you feel so soft
Diagnose every mentality
Plan for every eventuality
But no way to tell it was coming
Physiocological death, sing this tune while I’m strumming
Verse 1, Kevin Slime:
Look at all this
Ready to leave out every bit of the game
Mentaility like Ed Gein
Sociopathic physiocological killer, use death to gain some more fame
Try narcisissm with my thoughts, being like Charlie Sheen
For all the deranged fantasies, I guess something’s still coherent
I have enough normal steam to stave off the crazy a little longer
Fuck it, let it go, my psychotic elements require action more urgent
Depression defined mid-teens, serial killer tendencies are here now I’m a little older
Now I’m the same age another deranged killer killed first, Jeffrey Dahmer
Time to commit and split a tool’s head open, pick me a weapon, pick axe, gun or knife?
Nope, I think I’ll use something more brutal, a hammer
Beat a victim senseless and watch as I drain their life
Now, what victim shall I choose?
Child, elderly, woman or mix?
Hell, go for them all, I got nothing to lose
And I’ve got all the time to do it, as long as my heart keeps hitting it’s tick
Chorus x1
Verse 2, M.E:
Look at this
Forget everything I’m used to saying
I used to maintain that shit, but people would just think I’m playing
Now that I’ve snapped, you don’t like it, do you?
Now that I’m no longer kneeling on cue
No, you’d rather it go back to the old me, back to the old time’s
But it’s too late, get used to Kevin Slime
He’s here to stay, and his dark side is one I’m all but ready to embrace
You wanted to put me down, well you were successful, but this is the consequence you now have to face
Don’t expect to hear from M.E for at least a while
I’m through with it all, I can no longer wear a false smile
It’s time to hit back, in a more lethal way
And don’t think that when I return you’ll be safe, the dark side is here to stay
Misanthropic, anti-social, psychotic, deranged
Fuck it, just categorise it as insane
But you’d rather just think me a psychopath, like I’m the the one without a conscience?
I’m sorry, but this is the way you made me, and now I’ve snapped, this is the response
Chrous x1
Verse 3, Kevin Slime:
Look at this
Look at me
Do you see terror?
Do you see fear?
Or is it just your own reflection?
Yeah, that’s Jason Todd to Tim Drake
They were both Batman then, rather fitting metaphor for us and our relationship
We’re the same, yet so different, but I ain’t fake
You walk up there on a high-horse, while judging me taking a hell-ish dip
Fuck you, we’re all the same, you lot just can’t admit
Does it help you with coping, thinking I’m different?
Believing you can’t fall, but you can, it was just easier for me cos my life was shit
Still is, but now I can listen to myself and have my own opinion
With you lot, it’s mob rule mentality
But when I confront one of you alone and you condescend, then I get nasty and give shit back, you get scared
You don’t like it, but here’s a taste of reality
Every time I feel angry, backed into a corner or offended, the thoughts that I have I’m gonna share
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