Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa
Go
Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in Hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you'll die... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe, go
The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe
Go - A machine of penalty
Go -The sweet insanity
Go -Fade to black tranquility
Go -You're looking through
The eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho Psycho
Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in Hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you'll die... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe
Go - A machine of penalty
Go -The sweet insanityGo -
Fade to black tranquility
Go - You're looking through
The eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho