Lyrics

Psychopath Collective
Saints or Sinners, Heaven or Hell
Looking in a broken a mirror, how can you tell
Fake or the real thing, pleasure or pain
no blame, its just a fling, but you, live with the stain

A rip, and a smudge, on the cover of a magazine
Sits a judge, judging everything obscene

Losers or winners, we all ring the bell
Unless you meet your killer, your maker from hell
An act of kindness, or a liberty
forgive the mindlessness, and end the misery

A drip of blood, on the cover of a magazine
Sits a reaper, reaping everything he see's

We're all subjects of perspective
Members of the Psychopath collective x2
We're all struggling with one thing or another
So Don't judge this book by it's cover

Lovers and haters, and the sleazy ones between
Givers and takers, feed from low esteem
Pride and envy, lies and jealousy
Polarize, divide, with greed the enemy

A scratch and a grudge, on a gold stretched limousine
From the fan of the man, on the cover of a magazine

We're all subjects of perspective
Members of the psychopath collective x2
We're all struggling with one thing or another
So Don't judge this book by it's cover

I wish I could be, Bruce Lee, with a Nightingale looking after me

Wish I could be a little Bond, with Mother Theresa guiding me along

Wish I cld be Lennon & McCartney, with Mother Mary coming on to me

Wish I cld be Mohamed Ali, I'd float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Wish I cld be a little more sexy, like Mary poppins in her fishnet stockings

Wish I cld be, a little more me with strength and confidence and liberty
to set me free, set me free
We're all subjects of perspective
Members of the psychopath collective