No empathy he has
He says no, not for anyone but me
Oh so empty his blind black eyes
His blind black eyes, they cannot see
Any tender human a real skin
Only dots, tiny dots on the TV screen
For that is psychopathic logic
All alone, keeping his hands clean
She had [bad word] to her
My psycho, he says that all the time
"The [bad word] I give, it is better, she doesn't even know that she is mine"
All that lies to him, they are with nothing
They are just puppets, puppets in lens
He gets off on all of her suffering
He is just tell us, and he tell us of her friends
Scared, hiding, he can't help it
That's the [bad word]  he said he'll kill again
He shared his findings, that is psychopathic logic
He's so dystrophies, he's so [bad word] to her friends
Only ship to him is central to own the girl, to own her world
And [bad word]  he's so scared of her, he can love her, that is sure
For love is a loving topic, and feeling human to the core
Define his psychopathic logic 
He can feel it from his point of view as a ghost on the floor
For love is a loving topic, and feeling human to the core
Define his psychopathic logic 
He can feel it from his point of view as a ghost on the floor