Manson. Dahmer. Bundy

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Honest intentions have flooded my inner headspace Draining only through filters, producing deadweight Words that lack value with honor stripped from their thread rate Sheets with no coverage - desire reduced by red tape Wrapped around my neck 'til I'm blue & seeing yellow spots Every now and then an honest breath connects the dots Slowly revealing a picture that friends don't wanna see They type of image that strangers would fuckin' love of me A site so twisted and wicked it's like a gift to the people A splash of evil that's needed to get some love, grab the needle And pump that shit in my veins, see the conceit and deceitful Behavior won't ever change, 'til the injection is lethal 'Cause I gotta kill - go & spin the wheel Grab a girl like '80's Vanna, steal her vowels Make her "O" in heels Seven deadly sins keep me alive, finally make me feel a rise Like the strippers out in Vegas when the ass is real [Pre-Hook] To my vices I'm not victim I love 'em more than I should Diagnosed with devilish little symptoms If I'm not sick then it could be inner wisdom But by now you oughtta know - on the low I'm always up to no good [Hook] (Good, good, good, good, good...) I'm always up to no good (No good, no good) (No good, no good) To my vices I'm no victim (no victim) I love 'em more than I should All my people oughtta know on the low I'm always up to no good [Post Hook] On the surface I resemble a group of familiar infamy Charles, Jeffrey and Theodore saved a seat for me A common face, capable of skillfully Acquiring a following though I've chosen to act viciously [Verse 2] (To my vices I'm no victim, I love 'em more than I should) (Diagnosed with with devilish little symptoms] Yes, I am impulsive - yes, I am the culprit Of multiple acts of gambling and drinking It's how I'm sculpted My statue will be made with a glass of Johnny Walker Cigar up in my mouth and a finger outstretched to offer The single final fuck that was given from yours truly Half of a peace sign to explain that you never knew me How could you? I never told you How would you? I'd never show you But should you? Probably not - I'm sly as a damn fox And cold as polar bear whose been chilling in wet socks Engaging in such schemes that are bad for my well being But what you call poison is oil to my machine Like bleach blondes, brown liquor and dastardly dirty deeds I mean - [Pre-Hook] To my vices I'm not victim I love 'em more than I should Diagnosed with devilish little symptoms If I'm not sick then it could be inner wisdom But by now you oughtta know - on the low I'm always up to no good [Hook] (Good, good, good, good, good...) I'm always up to no good (No good, no good) (No good, no good) To my vices I'm no victim (no victim) I love 'em more than I should All my people oughtta know on the low I'm always up to no good [Post Hook] On the surface I resemble a group of familiar infamy Charles, Jeffrey and Theodore saved a seat for me A common face, capable of skillfully Acquiring a following though I've chosen to act viciously [Outro] To my vices I'm not victim I love 'em more than I should Diagnosed with devilish little symptoms If I'm not sick then it could be inner wisdom But by now you oughtta know - on the low I'm always up to no good