Lyrics: Efe Güneş/Maxim Cherkassky
Music: Efe Güneş/Maxim Cherkassky
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman some kind of abstraction
But there is no real me
Only an entity something illusory
And though I can hide my cold gaze
And you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comfortable
I simply am not there
They're probably watching me
I hope they are watching
I'm not even going to swat that fly
And they'll say
"Why she wouldn't even harm a fly"