- cifra
I think we'll cut you up
To find some good in you
Your eyes betray your lies
Come face your consequences
Space man philosophy
Green men driving in the h.o.v.
Death oversees the industry
Make us all happy
Make us ecstasy
Think about the reason why you came
Cause we don't want you here
Tell us again that i'm the fucking problem
With hope i'll disappear
I thought this was a good time
To tell you that i'm fine
Sometimes i get a little angry
Right now i'm high
Fuck you for the great disease
False hope in reality
Every night i have strange dreams
That there's no fucking god....only anarchy!
Think about the reason why you came
Cause we don't want you here
Tell us again that i'm the fucking problem
With hope i'll disappear
We see it, we see it all
The fucking lies, we see it all
Are you satisfied
Think about the reason why you came
Cause we don't want you here
Tell us again that i'm the fucking problem
With hope i'll disappear
Are you satisfied??
