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Buried in a shallow grave
That's the way that you behave
This is how you justify
Seven hundred ways to die
You're killing with a brutal force
Never one to show remorse
You're a coward, justify
You were born to terrify
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death
Chemically imbalanced brain
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death
Chemically imbalanced brain
Stabbing women in the heart
Ripping women's lives apart
Killing like a samurai
Seven hundred victims lie
A silver bullet to the brain
A severed body will remain
Everybody's mystified
You were born to horrify
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death
Chemically imbalanced brain
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death
Chemically imbalanced brain
Tearing you from limb to limb
Chanting sacrificial hymns
Ready to electrify, electrify
Knife into your victim's back
Listen as their backbones crack
The body count is multiplied, it's multiplied
Your life, their death, the pain of your breath
Their fear, your will, sentenced to death
Rotting in a prison cell
Waiting for a burning hell
This is how he'll wait to die
The people want him crucified
They want to see the bastard bleed
Victim as he's leading plea
No one knows the reason why
He was born to terrify
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death
Chemically imbalanced brain
Psychology of death
Victim of your fame
Psychology of death