Psyсho E

The Alarmings. Another day in hell. I stitch the corners of my mouth so I Look well. They think I'm breathing, but I'm holding my breath. Just a walking corpse still waiting for death. I put the heavy mask on. I tie it up tight. I step out the door into the blinding light. "Good morning. How are you?" I nod and I wave while digging my fingernails Into my grave. The smile on my face is as heavy as Lead. It's pulling down my skin. It's crushing my head. You talk about weather. You stand there and gloat. I'm dreaming of slicing your fucking throat. Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! "How are you?" Right up your guts. The mask is melting. The silicone drips. The sinister smile appears on my lips. I'm trying to hold it. I'm trying to hide, but the psycho is Waking up. Deep inside, the psycho is Here. It's choking me out, this plastic disguise. Can't you see the dead stare in my eyes? I look at your neck, and I measure the Cut. I listen to gossip. I want you to shut. I'm playing the victim. I'm playing the saint, but under the mask, I lack restraint. The psycho is here. Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! "How are you?" Right up your guts. The mask is melting. The silicone drips. The sinister smile appears I'm trying to Hold it. I'm trying to hide, but the psycho is Waking up. Deep inside, the psycho is Here. The psycho is here. The psycho is here. The psycho is here