| Psychopath dressed as a clown | 
| In my psyche pulling me down | 
| I put my life on it | 
| And as I reach into the sky | 
| The Devil and the Angels just pass me by | 
| I put my life on it | 
| Like a drowned man, clutching at straws | 
| Written contract with a hidden clause | 
| I put my life on it | 
| (Psycopath) | 
| No way out. | 
| (dressed as a clown) | 
| (In my psyche) | 
| (pulling me down) | 
| And all my friends just talking crap | 
| What kind of feeling is that? | 
| What I have, I don’t heed | 
| What I don’t have, I need | 
| I put my life on it | 
| The most evil thing I can do, is to give my body to you | 
| The most evil thing I can do, is to give my body to you | 
| I’m going to be all over you | 
| Like a rash | 
| Like a voodoo | 
| I put my life on it | 
| And all these things | 
| What we don’t have | 
| All these things to be believed | 
| Too much nonsense to tell the difference | 
| Too much fusion (Psychopath) | 
| From fact to fiction | 
| What I don’t have | 
| I want. | 
| (Psychopath) | 
| (dressed as a clown) | 
| I put my life on it. | 
| (In my psyche) | 
| I want. | 
| (pulling me down) | 
| I like to wallow in sin | 
| There is nowhere I fit in | 
| And all these things in my head | 
| And all these things that I said | 
| And all these things that I do | 
| They just stick to me like glue | 
| A headache full of ghosts. | 
| (The most evil thing I can do) | 
| A parasite to the host. | 
| (is to give my body to you) | 
| (The most evil thing I can do) | 
| I put my life on it. | 
| (is to give my body to you) | 
| (The most evil thing I can do) | 
| (is to give my body to you) | 
| All these things, (The most evil thing I can do) | 
| Running through my head. | 
| (is to give my body to you) | 
| (The most evil thing I can do) | 
| (is to give my body to you) |