Psycho psychoanalyst

Black cat, terrorist

Breach into your psyche like a black hat therapist

Nymphomaniac for my satanist hunbun

Grab my demon horns, then we

Alright i had it, i get it

My magic, can't have it

You stick to- that habit

I stick to- attackin

The ceiling, the attic

The people- are static

So herding- the masses

It's easy, it's tragic

Commons, fanatics and thinkers

Same basket

It's easy- to bask in

The pleasures- of power

The righteous, the greedy

Facetious- and cowards

All die- with nothing

And demons- devour

Your souls are lookin pretty sour

I sip em up, happy hour

You were once a prеtty flower

Now you're just a husk of your former sеlf

Thank your sole creators cause they gave you help

In the day your soul arose you were made in hell

If you'll reign among the dead only time will tell

Til then you are just a pawn in your mental realm

Psycho psychoanalyst

Black cat, terrorist

Breach into your psyche like a black hat therapist

Nymphomaniac for my satanist hunbun

Grab my demon horns, then we