I had visioned, I was in them, I was looking into the mirror,
to see a little bit clearer, the rotteness and evil in me,
finger tips
have memorys
mine cant forget the curves of your body,
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flag pole and see,
who salutes but no one ever does,
Im not sick but Im not well,
And im so hot
Cause im in hell....
Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding,
The cretins cloning and feeding,
And I dont 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 legs now Im an amputee,
Goddamn you
Im not sick but Im not well,
And im so hot
Cause im in hell....
Im not sick but Im not well,
And its a sin,
to live so well,
I want to publish zines,
and rage against machines,
I wanna peirce my tounge
It doesnt hurt it feels fine,
the trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
and kill my mind,
You kill my mind.
My mind...
Paranoia Paranoia everybody's comin to get me,
Just say you never met me,
Im running underground with the moles,
Im digging holes,
Hear the voices in my head,
I swear to god it sounds like their snoring,
But if your bored then your boring,
The agony and the irony they're killing me!
Im not sick but Im not well,
And im so hot
Cause im in hell....
Im not sick but Im not well,
And its a sin,
to live this well
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