I had visions I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
What was looking evil in me
Fingertips had memories
I can`t forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who still looks
But no one ever does...
*Baah*
I`m not sick but I`m not well
And I`m so hot coz I`m in hell
Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breading
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don`t even own a TV
Put me the hospital, for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I`m an amputee
Damm you
*Baah*
I`m not sick but I`m not well
And I`m so hot coz I`m in hell
*Baah*
I`m not sick but I`m not well
And it`s a sin to live so well...
I want to publish zines
And rage against machines
I want to pierce my tongue it doesn`t hurt
It feels fine
The curtain looks sublime
I like to turn off time
To kill my mind
To kill my m-i-i-n-d
Mind...
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody`s coming to get me
To say you never met me
I`m running underground with the moles
Digging big holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God
It sounds like they`re snoring
But if you`re poring and boring
The agony in the irony
That`s killing me
Well...
*Baah*
I`m not sick but I`m not well
And I`m so hot coz I`m in hell
*Baah*
I`m not sick but I`m not well
And it`s a sin to live this well...
(one, two, three...)