Lunatic Factory Tryin' to understand - what do They expect from me? To feel better? Or do they want to spy on me? Yes I'm sick Take care of me! I eat the pills They bring to me! I am a bit paranoid: "It's all in your mind," says the doctor But I don't feel so good yet, Just a product of the factory When I look at the world, I think I'm similar Deranged, deranged, deranged, Why? Too much pollution, too many political lies Not enough food for everybody, too many fanatics I spend my days in my dreams I'm waiting for you to wake up! I am a bit pessimistic Not so severe say humans But I feel treated so badly Just a victim of the factory