Typewrites - Industrial Psychopath

Step, step by step
Throwing others down
The ones you hang around
Is nothing more than flesh to you
Money on your mind
Drugs in your blood
Hate in, in your soul
You're destined for eternal doom

You got a, you got a
Empty mind
(A loner with no smile)
You got a, you got a
Empty heart
(Filled up with cash and gold)
The industrial psychopath always gets his way

Their breed is among us
And they look just like you and me
But deep down their hearts are cold
And it is their greed that rules

You got a, you got a
Empty mind
(A loner with no smile)
You got a, you got a
Empty heart
(Filled up with cash and gold)
You got a, you got a
Empty life
(No love to call your own)
The industrial psychopath always gets his way

Written by:
Alexius Pattberg Miller, Emil Stroud Olsson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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