Doctor

Yes, I am not feeling sorry
Hey Doctor, I have to tell you something
A criminal, that's what I seem to be, oh no
I lost control, last night when I was with her
I was so empty, with no more feelings
When I met her in the street

Yeah, I was in tears alone with my fears
When she said, "Become a creep!"

I trusted her, she was stronger
She told me stories to make me blush
But that was the truth not just a bluff
She said to me to wake my wickedness up

So I confess, I played with her
And we won the game, Doctor
Look at this mess I've done Doctor
I've become a body-hunter
Who'll be my savior?

I call you Mister Doctor, 'cause I think I'm crazy
I've lost my mind, I don't know what's happening to me
I like shooting at bodies, it's my way to be free
And I'm not sorry hey-hey, not sorry hey-hey, not sorry
Yes I am not feeling sorry

So, why you laughing at me?
Yeah, why you laughing at me, Doctor?
Is that all you want from me?
Is that all you wish for me, motherfucker?

Watching me losing my peace
Pushing me down to my knees, bastard
Do I need to beg you please?
It's feeling more like a trick, than treat

So now you think that I don't know
That you're playing with me doctor, fraud
You just want the bill, to give the pills
You're bringing out the worst of me, now I kill

I tried to pay my thoughts aside
To not turn into Mr. Hyde
But honestly, yes I crave to see
This bloody beast living inside me
Let's play hide and seek

I call you Mister Doctor, 'cause I think I'm crazy
I've lost my mind, I don't know what's happening to me
I like shooting at bodies, it's my way to be free
And I'm not sorry hey-hey, not sorry hey-hey, not sorry

Hey no, hey no, I'm not sorry
I don't apologize 'cause I'm not guilty
I'm just a victim of a candy-trick
I just fell in love with that sweetie, bitch

So now I'm a criminal, now I'm killing them all
'Cause I decided to love (and I lost control)
I've stolen all the sweets, so there will be no more feast
Just like the evil Grinch, ho, ho, ho

Hey you now, stop looking at me
I'm just making art and poetry
With human bodies I make masterpieces
From head to toes, I pick the best pieces

I get psycho, I put makeup on
'Cause their screams just make me strong
So am I mad (yes) to do that (yes)
So that's why

I call you Mister Doctor, 'cause I think I'm crazy
I've lost my mind, I don't know what's happening to me
I like shooting at bodies, to be free
And I'm not sorry, hey

Yes I am not feeling sorry

Yes I am not feeling sorry

Yes I am not feeling sorry

Yes not sorry to be crazy