Текст песни P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. - The Warning

′Cause the blood that I bleed it is no longer red
It is black like the words that replay in my head
My sanity's gone and my morals are wrong
And I know what they all say
That I′m out of my mind, that I should go to hell
Do you think I am blind?
Do you think I can't tell?
I know where I'm going, I know where I′ll go
And when I get down there I′ll sit on my throne
There's something inside
From which I can′t hide
They laugh at my presence
They laugh when I cry
My eyes have gone wild
Their light isn't human
I can feel myself smile
′Cause 1, 2, 3 they're coming after me
′Cause I'm P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C.
4, 5, 6 you have no idea what's coming after this
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands
Better drop that gun while
You still have a chance
I already feel a knife in my hands
And it won′t stop no
It won′t stop no
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
Your hands are tied up
What are you gonna choose?
Will you jump from the window or hang from the noose?
Will you rip off your face or just further debase
The things you couldn't do
Just bask in the glory of all that′s mundane
Reject the desire
Consume all the pain
Be proud of your pride
And the things that you hide
Break through the endless haze
There's something inside
From which I can′t hide
They laugh at my presence
They laugh when I cry
My eyes have gone wild
Their light isn't human
I can feel myself smile
′Cause 1, 2, 3 they're coming after me
'Cause I′m P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C.
4, 5, 6 you have no idea what′s coming after this
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands
Better drop that gun while
You still have a chance
I already feel a knife in my hands
And it won't stop no
It won′t stop no
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
'Cause 1, 2, 3 they′re coming after me
'Cause I′m P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C.
4, 5, 6 you have no idea what's coming after this
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands
Better drop that gun while
You still have a chance
I already feel a knife in my hands
And it won't stop no
It won′t stop no
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!
P.S.Y.C.H.O.T.I.C. I AM!