My name is John Alejandro and I am schizophrenic
I am not at all attractive, much less photogenic.
My best friend is a clown who gives me advice;
He has the eyes of a frog and lives inside my ear
He talks a lot and sometimes he gets annoying,
And when I ask him things he almost never answers me
But he would give his life for me and I would give my life for him,
We also know that there is a disparity
In our arena
People think that I am sick
Because I run through the city with my notebook,
Talking with the dogs,
With short pants and cowboy boots,
An umbrella in my hand and a bullfighter hat
But I am not completely sick, I also speak with people;
I tell a lot of lies to play with their minds
I like to give wrong directions
So that people always arrive late to their destination.
I go with two fairy godmothers flying above me,
Carrying little syringes filled with vitamins with morphine
Until my veins are inundated,
Well, I spend my time making faces and people get confused.
Forgive me if I am laughing too much.
It’s just that yesterday my mother died and they kicked me out of my job
I owe 6 months of rent, in my wallet not even a cent,
And I haven’t bathed since October of last year.
My body is all scarred up
With deep cuts and first-degree burns
But it is nothing serious, not a delicate topic,
Since I never find out because I spend all day on anesthesia
I like to walk alone, that way I can talk with the wind.
I have never had sex, like a nun in a convent.
Keep calm, although I know that I can explode
Suddenly like a mine in the second world war
I am an antisocial psychopath
Right after greeting you, I wash my hands with antibacterial soap
I am a mental patient, I'll admit it,
But that does not give you the right to look at me askance
And to treating me with rejection
Come, get closer, I am not going to do anything to you;
What looks like blood on my shirt is spilled tomato sauce.
Come, little friend, get close to me;
The scissors that I carry are for cutting the garden
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I'm a serial killer, as the miniseries.
Behind the door, I collect dead people.
To be able to kill the hunger, breakfast cereal with blood.
I have no family,
because I killed my family
.
Sometimes doctors come to visit me
With ghost costumes to try to cheer me up
Because I suffer from disorders.
Yesterday I put my cat in the oven
And I hung its tail around my neck for decoration
When I get episodes, I begin to sweat sodium
And shout very loud to get me out all the hate
Shadows also scaring me.
That’s why I don’t dare go to the bathroom
And I peeing on the carpet
It’s normal: I am only 13 years old.
I still ride bicycles and I do not speak with strangers,
But if I don’t take my medicines throughout the year
I dream every day hurt you
Cutting you into little pieces with these same scissors,
Putting you into plastic bags and storing you in the freezer.
Don’t get scared; I took my medicine today.
I am in a good mood, very happy, with good breath
I know that I am showing a serious face, but I am happy;
I am going to go play with my friends in the cemetery right now.
Speaking of which, I am in love with one
of my friends
It has been a year since she died without a trace or witnesses
She is a beautiful girl with a violet face.
Every night she accompanies me on a bike ride.
She does not speak because she is a deaf and mute
And because of that people think that
I am talking to myself
And that I need help
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I'm a serial killer, as the miniseries.
Behind the door, I collect dead people.
To be able to kill the hunger, breakfast cereal with blood.
I have no family,
because I killed my family