Murder
They call my physco
It’s just my occupation
I am a killer.
My heads not normal
It is missing a few screws
I am up all night.
Too much on my mind
To keep me sane in this world,
A man I once knew.
He has been replaced
By this thing called the devil
I am a sad soul
I don’t belong here, living in society
Who knows who I am.
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