American psycho
de Misfits
inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
lines of cocaine cut in hell
obsessive hands gently grab your neck
compulsively you'll die... i hate people
whoa-oh, whoa-oh, ohohoh whoa-oh
struggling to breathe- go
the sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
sex puts me in the mood to make you die
obsessive hands gently grab your neck
whoa-oh,whoa-oh, ohohoh whoa-oh
struggling to breathe- go
go- a machine of penalty
go- the sweet insanity
go- fade to black tranquility
you're lookin thrugh the eyes of american psycho
an american psycho