I had visions
I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rotteness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when i feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole to see
Who salutes
(But no one ever does)
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's so hot
'Cause i'm in hell
Been 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 of my legs
Now i'm an amputee
(God damn you!)
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's so hot
'Cause i'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin
To
Live this well
I wanna publish zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce 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, mind
Paranoia, Paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles
(Digging holes)
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony
They're killing me
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well