Psychopathy

What if suddenly he felt the pain and joy of a fantasy

What if he colored his life, went mad with passion

What if he cared about all around him, lived the agony and the melancholy

What if he had fun with his friends, refused loneliness

I have no soul

I have no pain

I’m systematic, I don’t hold grudges

I don’t feel pleasure or maybe I do stealing yours

I am very polite and premeditated

I crave wealth, I covet the power

I fake emotion, I kill the love

My favorite game is to have a lot of victims

Leave quietly, leaving my mark

Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die

Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die

So be my play, baby, give me some fun

Beg for life, you don’t wanna to die

Disposable toy