world in your eyes, surprise,
and only you know what's in your head.
the answers to everything:
this screwed up world,
 [bad word] the system [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.