Chorus: Everytime I wanna try this, I get blinded Hate of hypocrites, I outlined it Physiocological d**h, never heard of Being dead without d**h, everything gone, you feel so soft Diagnose every mentality Plan for every eventuality But no way to tell it was coming Physiocological d**h, sing this tune while I'm strumming Verse 1, Kevin Slime: Look at all this Ready to leave out every bit of the game Mentaility like Ed Gein Sociopathic physiocological k**er, use d**h to gain some more fame Try narcisissm with my thoughts, being like Charlie Sheen For all the deranged fantasies, I guess something's still coherent I have enough normal steam to stave off the crazy a little longer f** it, let it go, my psychotic elements require action more urgent Depression defined mid-teens, serial k**er tendencies are here now I'm a little older Now I'm the same age another deranged k**er k**ed first, Jeffrey Dahmer Time to commit and split a tool's head open, pick me a weapon, pick axe, gun or knife? Nope, I think I'll use something more brutal, a hammer Beat a victim senseless and watch as I drain their life Now, what victim shall I choose? Child, elderly, woman or mix? Hell, go for them all, I got nothing to lose And I've got all the time to do it, as long as my heart keeps hitting it's tick Chorus x1 Verse 2, M.E: Look at this Forget everything I'm used to saying I used to maintain that sh**, but people would just think I'm playing Now that I've snapped, you don't like it, do you? Now that I'm no longer kneeling on cue No, you'd rather it go back to the old me, back to the old time's But it's too late, get used to Kevin Slime He's here to stay, and his dark side is one I'm all but ready to embrace You wanted to put me down, well you were successful, but this is the consequence you now have to face Don't expect to hear from M.E for at least a while I'm through with it all, I can no longer wear a false smile It's time to hit back, in a more lethal way And don't think that when I return you'll be safe, the dark side is here to stay Misanthropic, anti-social, psychotic, deranged f** it, just categorise it as insane But you'd rather just think me a psychopath, like I'm the the one without a conscience? I'm sorry, but this is the way you made me, and now I've snapped, this is the response Chrous x1 Verse 3, Kevin Slime: Look at this Look at me Do you see terror? Do you see fear? Or is it just your own reflection? Yeah, that's Jason Todd to Tim Drake They were both Batman then, rather fitting metaphor for us and our relationship We're the same, yet so different, but I ain't fake You walk up there on a high-horse, while judging me taking a hell-ish dip f** you, we're all the same, you lot just can't admit Does it help you with coping, thinking I'm different? Believing you can't fall, but you can, it was just easier for me cos my life was sh** Still is, but now I can listen to myself and have my own opinion With you lot, it's mob rule mentality But when I confront one of you alone and you condescend, then I get nasty and give sh** back, you get scared You don't like it, but here's a taste of reality Every time I feel angry, backed into a corner or offended, the thoughts that I have I'm gonna share Chorus x1