Psycho Circuit

Can you see me in your room

When the lights are turned out?

And when I breathe into your ear

Will you thrash and shout?

Let me slither into your skin

And numb you with fear, my dear

I could slowly cut you open

Let the hurt in, cold and clear.

I am the hum in your phone

The beep digital that wakes you up

I am the infection in your wound

And the thread that sews you up.

The ghost in your machine, ready to eat

You up baby, your psycho circuit.

Make a wish and make it fast

Plug me in, make me last

Let my electric fingers switch you on

Claw the dark, contrasting stark.

Cheer the blade as it slashes forth

Welcome it with open arms

Meet me with a twisted smile

Do not mind the drops on the tile.

The soul in the grinder that makes you sick

And stare at your lovely psycho circuit.