psycho

I am the psycho that lives in his head The one causing pain, the one that feels so dead The trigger's my brush to help paint these walls red The monster is gone, but sins he must repent His heart pumps the love, but these girls want it rough Walks out the door, beat his love to a stump Tried to be open, but now he can't trust Numb to the pain, now he only feels lust Kiss the skin with a knife in his cold hand Scabs feel so rough like glass in grains of sand I am the cause of his shit in the fan Mind is degrading, now, he's the madman He is so helpless without any friends Happiness gated behind a tall fence Offense or defense, passive or violent He'll cut his wrists 'til his heartbeat is silent Equipped with the rose, but the thorns prick his soul Ghouls haunt his room when he's feeling so low Knows that I'm there to help him feel so cold Noose hangs above, but he isn't that bold Cries so intense that his voice starts to break Loved ones have left him in his dying wake He's learned to be passive, but such is a cost Accepting defeat without foreclosing loss Writes out his sorrows with loss he has burrowed Carve out his chest, he feels empty and hallow I stand and witness his death at the gallows Gasping for air while I wade in the shallow Forgets how to smile, he trashes that file Broken and pale, he slouches at the trial Satan's the judge, now his time's on the dial Locked in his cell, puts himself in exile I am the psycho that lives in his head The one causing pain, the one that feels so dead The trigger's my brush to help paint these walls red The monster is gone, but sins he must repent