| world in your eyes, surprise,
|
| and only you know what’s in your head.
|
| the answers to everything:
|
| this screwed up world,
|
| religion runs the system illusions run wild.
|
| wishes you dead,
|
| it wishes you dead,
|
| it wishes that you were dead,
|
| wishes that you were dead,
|
| in your head there’s a place far away,
|
| where everything’s ok,
|
| where everything’s ok.
|
| for a moment i looses my self again,
|
| i loose myself again,
|
| there is a reason for this,
|
| there is a reason for this,
|
| there is a reason for this hatred.
|
| hatred. |
| in your mind thoughts collide
|
| and the truth is not spoken,
|
| voices call you to the grave.
|
| burning you up, tearing up
|
| over and over and over again,
|
| over and over and over again.
|
| your turning in your bed again,
|
| life and death all over the place,
|
| there’s blood on your hands,
|
| there’s blood on your hands,
|
| there’s blood on your hands,
|
| in your mind i die.
|
| i see the world, in front of me,
|
| open the door, don’t think anymore.
|
| they’re asking you questions
|
| about everything that you like,
|
| and they lock you away with straight jackets
|
| and white rooms and everything is drug induced,
|
| happy reality, it hits you
|
| and the patterns on the floors,
|
| and the paintings on the walls,
|
| just reminds you of
|
| everything you hate,
|
| everything you hate,
|
| everything you hate. |