|Wake up in the morning and look in the mirror|
To see a little bit clearer.
'Cause rinsin' ain't doing it for me.
Fingertips and memories can't forget the curves of your body.
When I'm feeling a bit naughty.
I run it up the flagpole and see who's to look but no one ever does.
Daaa I'm not sick but I'm not but I'm not well.
And i'm so hot cause I'm in Hel.
Daa I'm not sick but I'm not well and its a sin to live so well.
Been all around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding.
The cretins cloning and feeding and i don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy.
They cut off my leg now I'm an amputee god dam you.
I want to publish scenes and rage against the machine
I want to pierce my tounge it doesn't hurt it feels fine
Between the loops of twine I like to turn off time
You are mine, You are mine, mine, mine
Paranoia Paranoia everybody is coming to get me
To say they never have met me
I'm running like a cryptic from war speaking of holes.
Hear the voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like a story
But if you put me and pour me the agony and the irony it's killin' me.