Crazy psychopath
They tore out my heart,
and tormented my soul.
Now when you see me,
Don't dare call me a fool.
I'm the axe murdering freak,
that brings you down to your knees.
Running is helpless,
'cause I'll make you scream.
Don't call me crazy,
reasons you wouldn't understand.
For I have feelings,
and that makes me sad.
and tormented my soul.
Now when you see me,
Don't dare call me a fool.
I'm the axe murdering freak,
that brings you down to your knees.
Running is helpless,
'cause I'll make you scream.
Don't call me crazy,
reasons you wouldn't understand.
For I have feelings,
and that makes me sad.
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