Sociopath

Refrain:
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H

Verse 1:
I don’t feel guilty
I feel sorry for people that do
A conscience is filthy
When I’ve dismembered forty two
Planning it out is more fun
Than committing the actual crime
You feel their last bit of breath gone
And feel like a god looking in their eyes

Bridge:
Disturbingly sweet
Beautifully morbid
On a killing spree
For decorative organs

Chorus:
I like to kill you for fun, I’m a sociopath
Cram your head in the oven, Sylvia Plath
Pain is pleasure in the aftermath
And I enjoy it, I’m a socio-sociopath

Refrain:
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H

Verse 2:
I need a head
Another shrunken one from the war
Screw it on my bed
Or use it to knock at the door
Parts of a body
Hung up for Christmas tree inspection
I need a hobby
Dig up people, I keep quite the collection

Bridge:
It was disturbingly sweet
Beautifully morbid
On a killing spree
For decorative organs

Chorus:
I like to kill you for fun, I’m a sociopath
Cram your head in the oven, Sylvia Plath
Pain is pleasure in the aftermath
And I enjoy it, I’m a socio-sociopath

Refrain:
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H

Verse 3:
Jesus, decapitate me
So I can hear for just a sec
My ultimate thrill
Would be to hear my own blood gushing from my neck
Murder stains my hands so deep
That I can’t wash the blood away
I slaughtered their chance at life
Forever haunting JonBenet

Chorus:
I like to kill you for fun, I’m a sociopath
Cram your head in the oven, Sylvia Plath
Pain is pleasure in the aftermath
And I enjoy it, I’m a socio-sociopath

I like to kill you for fun, I’m a sociopath
Cram your head in the oven, Sylvia Plath
Pain is pleasure in the aftermath
And I enjoy it, I’m a socio-sociopath

Refrain:
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H
S, O
C, I, O
P, A, T, H