I laugh like a maniac
Not that i complain
I know it, I know every bit
The life less shining eyes
The pale face of my victim
The scarlet blood of the corpse
The feeling of utter satisfaction
A smile that appears evilly
And the eyes wide with triumphant
I hear the sirens of the cops
Yet my feet stay where they are
And i laugh even more
Because i bloody well accept myself
Because I know I am a murderer
And this is how I am suppose to act, right?