| world in your eyes, surprise, | 
| and only you know what’s in your head. | 
| the answers to everything: | 
| this screwed up world, | 
| religion runs the system illusions run wild. | 
| wishes you dead, | 
| it wishes you dead, | 
| it wishes that you were dead, | 
| wishes that you were dead, | 
| in your head there’s a place far away, | 
| where everything’s ok, | 
| where everything’s ok. | 
| for a moment i looses my self again, | 
| i loose myself again, | 
| there is a reason for this, | 
| there is a reason for this, | 
| there is a reason for this hatred. | 
| hatred. | 
| in your mind thoughts collide | 
| and the truth is not spoken, | 
| voices call you to the grave. | 
| burning you up, tearing up | 
| over and over and over again, | 
| over and over and over again. | 
| your turning in your bed again, | 
| life and death all over the place, | 
| there’s blood on your hands, | 
| there’s blood on your hands, | 
| there’s blood on your hands, | 
| in your mind i die. | 
| i see the world, in front of me, | 
| open the door, don’t think anymore. | 
| they’re asking you questions | 
| about everything that you like, | 
| and they lock you away with straight jackets | 
| and white rooms and everything is drug induced, | 
| happy reality, it hits you | 
| and the patterns on the floors, | 
| and the paintings on the walls, | 
| just reminds you of | 
| everything you hate, | 
| everything you hate, | 
| everything you hate. |