Psycho

You walking over there,
Walking without a care,
Thinking you safe,
Having all that faith,
But you don’t know,
I’m about to blow,
Ill slit your throat,
Oh! And I will gloat,
I'll rip out your heart,
And display it as art,
Dump your body,
All cut and bloody,
You lying over there
But I don’t care.