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A psycho I am,

a psycho I see.

Distilled with rage,

so there's war to wage.

A heart of ice, I show no fear

and soulless eyes that shed no tears.

To hear them cry

and watch them die,

brings a maniacal high, on which I rely.

Not a day goes by,

nor the ground go dry,

of blood spilled by those who defy.

With a knife in one hand and blood on the other,

I'll slaughter my victims one after another.