The skys are getting darker and darker
As the world around me
Gets filled with more blood
Blood is getting shed easier
As more and more see me as
Somebody to be fun of
I'm sick of it
I need the blood
Nobody respects me
They want to change me
I ain't gonna change no more
They shall respect me
For who I am
Not for who I am Not
I need respect
From all
I shall be president one day
I will show them
Show them that a Psycho Manic Can make it

S.R.P.T.H.P.-M.