Girl you move to the rythm But your hands are out of control There's a lot of angry people inside me Screaming out your bloody name Inside of my darkest mind, Something's trying to get out It says pick up your knife, go to her house And leave nothing to the crowd *I'm a psychopath I'm a maniac* When you were going home from the movies On a saturday night You didn't see me laying in the bushes Following your every step home Cause you were going home to your house Oh, got into bed feeling safe No one heard me sneaking through the window I put a pillow over your face *I'm a psychopath I'm a maniac* I have a little box in my cellar, Just about your size If you want to come voluntarily You'll spare yourself from my violent side (Oh, hey, oh, no) *No one would know if I'm a ...* No one would know if I'm just like you *I'm a psychopath I'm a maniac* *You're a psychopath ...*