| You drive me insane, my back’s to the wall
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| I can’t make headway with this pressure at all
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| My mind’s upset I gotta get away
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| And jam the gearing of the whole machine
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| The people who suffer to get uniformed
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| Are wimps who needn’t complain anymore
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| When they discover what’s happened to their lives
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| They’re gonna pay the fucking price
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| You make me sick, you drive me insane
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| You’re gonna take my mind away
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| But I’m not scared of what you do
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| What the fuck is wrong with you?
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| You drive me insane, my back’s to the wall
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| I can’t make headway with this pressure at all
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| You declare me a yob but don’t figure out
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| That I ain’t gonna end up being so fooled
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| It seems that your mission is to blind-fold the crowd
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| As brainless masses can’t complain anymore
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| And you create a new hoax everyday
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| While human brains keep rucking dying
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| Insane — go away, I gotta get out
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| Better get away with you |