Verse1:
Everyone is sick in a different way,
You say that you're not, but you're just a mistake,
No one who has got a collection of heads,
Can't be regular, he's supposed to be dead,
Someone spend all day sitting on the internet,
Searching for the slave, which's keen on brutal rape,
On the other street father uses his little child,
His daugther doesn't care because she has a pole in brain,

Chorus:
Tell me,
What is wrong with me,
You think,
that I cross the brink,
Only,
You're too blind to see,
That here,
Good sense disappeared,

Verse2:
Don't look for the cure, this is in our roots,
It is quite good but, some of us overdose,
Problem starts when you turn your mother for the goods,
He needs money 'cause he's addicted to drugs,
Some of volunteers make a diner for old man,
It will be okay, if she wouldn't bake her Friend,
One rich businessman cut off pretty strippers' head,
He carved it at night, and he made a flowerpot,

Bridge:
What is wrong with this,
nation of psyhopathy,
Look out and don't miss,
Today crackpots have party,
Dance with their victims,
Unless you'll be another,
Don't lose given rhythm,
You will not come back from there,

Breakdown:
Nothing left to say,
Better open up your eyes,
The society is blind,
Darkness came above the sky,
The illusion of demise,
Of your house when you will die,
Nothing's done if you don't try,
this is time to say goodbye,
What you expect all this time?
In this illness you can hide,
Build a shelter of these lies,
Kill yourselves,
useless freaks,
Understand,
You are sick.

Verse3:
Every week and day, we still be the same,
You can't fight against other side of your brain,
Even if you hide your fantasy and true thoughts,
You can't deny it no matter what you've done,
Some of fire fighters, very liked his tiring job,
Especially when he sets a fire to a shop,
One sick necrophil, buried two girls in a row,
He digs out their corpses, and he takes them very slow.

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