Ionika - psycho Lyrics

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

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