Thoughts of suicidal tendencies, feelings on insane,
Starts with the life they lived, not what's in the brain.
Mind of a maniac, is not a grateful place,
Their thoughts of killing season, it's a timely race.
Blood is what they love to see, it chills us to the bone,
Their killings are an art to them, they love it to be shown.
Mind of a maniac, it's so cut and dry,
You can come catch them if you want, you can come and try.
Some of them wanna be caught, some they never find,
Some hide in public, don't see them as if blind.
Thoughts of insanity, keeps playing in your head,
Don't take these people lightly, or you will wind up dead. Kw-Vp
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