paranoid

I live to die
and I live to kill
Guess the good passed me by
But I'm still real
I like to play with knives
And I might drop them on you
I tell lies
But they just might be true
Don't know if I believe in heaven
But I sure believe in hell
you might be safe from me
But I doubt you can tell
You look like a nice guy
But I have to warn you now
I might just turn on you
So I'd advise you to get out