i heard them say there was nothing they could do.
they say that i am crazy, but i swear it isn't true.
so what if i hear voices in my head, they say i'm not crazy.
and i'm not too paralyzed to move, i'm just a little lazy.
and i don't kill people, people just die around me.
and they aren't really dead, they're just sleeping soundly
i don't stab people, they just run into the knifes i'm holding.
and i don't break peoples bones, its just their bodies folding.
i don't have victims, i just want to see people take their last breath.
and i'm not a murder, i just have a fascination with death.
so fine, have it your way, lock me up and throw away the key
just know that you people are the crazy ones, defiantly not me...