Gifted psychos
make me believe, if you're more crazier than me. Take me where you live, and show me what you got all those dreams you slaughtered, and the graveyard you buried them. kill for me, slay a woman or a man you hate most and write me a song, a love song, with thier blood message me at 2 am, when you listen the screams, when you started to believe, there's a ghost under your bed when your eyes get weary, when your skin started to pale, when you become an evening person, who is afraid of light, who loves to live in dark think of me, call me now,we are so much alike now