I have visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me (Okay)
Fingertips have memories
Mine can’t forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run ’em up the flagpole and see
Who salutes, but no one ever does
I, I’m not sick, but I’m not well
Yeah, I’m so hot ’cause I’m in hell
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don’t even own a TV (Okay)
Put me in 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 the amputee
Goddamn you
I, I’m not sick, but I’m not well
Yeah, I’m so hot ’cause I’m in hell
I, I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it’s a sin to live so well (Okay)
I wanna publish ‘zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I’d like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
You kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody’s coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I’m going underground with the moles, digging holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God, it sounds like they’re snoring
But if you’re bored, then you’re boring
The agony and the irony, they’re killing me
I, I’m not sick, but I’m not well
Yeah, I’m so hot ’cause I’m in hell
I, I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it’s a sin to live so well
One, two, three, four
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