Supermanic Soul

[Verse 1] Well I just shot a man to death I caught him crawling around in my head He fired back and then it stopped A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear and the color red An introduction to myself The lips are blue with the smell of death The lips are blue with the smell of death The lips are blue with the smell of death The lips are blue with the smell of death [Verse 2] Saw my reflection in a spoon I had a warped mind and a ¼ inch fuse I've got a supermanic soul I've pulled the trigger in the record room I've pulled the trigger in the record room I put a stop to his servitude I took him down in the record room [Chorus] The interest of you Dead - practice The interest of you Dead - practice Dead! [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] The interest of you Dead - practice The interest of you Dead - practice Dead - practice Dead - practice Dead!