The voices inside my head They have a special task for me Yes I believe Dry lips and panda makeup I'm at the center of a black comedy At your request Another calculated guess Another test Another well constructed mess You read me in a strange way You turn my hunger into greed It sickens me My walls are lined with faces Brazen reminders of my past tragedy At your request Another calculated guess Another test Another well constructed mess Memoirs of a psychopath The day I fell between the cracks Wasted wishes, heart attacks The trophies of a psychopath At your request Another calculated guess Another test Another well constructed mess Memoirs of a psychopath The day I fell between the cracks Wasted wishes, heart attacks The trophies of a psychopath