Norman Bates

Corrupted by the system
The same shitty system
That has forgotten the justice
And brought up master and diciples of corruption and violence
Punishment to the guilty ones
Asked my god
Why are there nasty people?
He answered me
I didn´t create this shit
Don´t you see my country as in a post card
See what really happens
In the world of utopia
The worst sons of a bitch become gods