Psycho

It's not as if she were a

A maniac a raving thing

She just goes

A little mad sometimes

We all go a little mad sometimes

Make it

She was same

F**k

Understand

She was same

Understand that

I don't hate her

I hate what she's become

I hate the illness

Wouldn't it be better if you put her

Someplace

You mean an institution

A madhouse

Put her in some place

I am sorry

She's hurting you

She was with

Western eyes and serpents' breath

We lay our own conscience to rest

But I'm aching

At the view

Yes I'm breaking at the seams just like you