You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
I can't make headway with this pressure at all
My mind's upset I gotta get away 
And jam the gearing of the whole machine 
The people who suffer to get uniformed
Are wimps who [bad word] anymore 
When they discover what's happened to their lives
They're gonna pay the [bad word] price 
 [bad word] ]
You make me sick, you drive me insane 
You're gonna take my mind away
But I'm not scared of what you do
What the [bad word] is wrong with you?

You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
I can't make headway with this pressure at all
You declare me a yob but don't figure out
That I ain't gonna end up being so fooled 
It seems that your mission is to blind-fold the crowd 
As brainless masses [bad word] anymore 
And you create a new hoax everyday
While human brains [bad word] dying

Insane - go away, I gotta get out
better get away with you