Psychopaths
How does it feel not to feel?
What's it like to not be real?
(To not be real?)
Why so sad, why feel bad?
What's the point if nothing's real?
(If nothing's real?)
I remind myself that you are
Just a figment of
What my mind makes up
I remind myself that you are
Just a product of
What your mind made up
Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us
Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us
What's the day, what's the time?
Why's it matter when we lie?
(When we lie)
How to say, not to see
We can't ever let things be
(Let things be)
I remind myself that you are
Just a figment of
What my mind makes up
I remind myself that you are
Just a product of
What your mind made up
Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us
Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us
Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us