Oh I got it bad, boy
Like a psycho-crazy-killer sorta bad boy
Like a chase-me-through-the-forest-with-a-knife boy
In a death grip that won't let me go
I'm falling for it
Oh, you got me going

You got me spinning out and
My heart is p-p-pounding
I can't see my surroundings
I should find this harrowing
But I'd be fully willing
To sign up for a killing
Just think of my guts spilling
Doesn't it sound thrilling
There's something about the way
You make me so afraid
No time to be ashamed
I'm dying for a taste
There's something about this night
If you'd be so polite
To follow me follow me
Then suddenly

Our eyes lock
Here comes the insanity
It feels so wrong
Lose what's left of your vanity
I've got one foot in the grave, I'm six feet deep
And it's calling out to me
You're coming after me
I got it bad, boy
Like a psycho-crazy-killer sorta bad boy
Oh, a panic-in-the-night-sort-of a vibe, boy
So promise, never let me go
I'm falling for you
Oh, still falling for you
You got it bad, right?
Like a stupid-crazy-slasher-sorta-girl type?
Kinda screaming-to-the-darkness-in-the-night vibe
I doubt I'll ever let you go
You're calling for me
Oh you're coming for me

Our eyes lock
Here comes the insanity
It feels so right
Drop the knife, cut the vanity
I got my heart in the grave, oh, six feet deep
And it's calling out to me
You're calling out for me
Ah yeah

[Outro]
Our eyes lock
Here comes the insanity
It feels so wrong
Just let go of humanity
I've got one hand on the blade, it's too easy
And it's calling out to me
You're calling after me