This is the day
I went
Insane
Mad
Life has turned
Rotten Sour
Bad
Rather be alone
And that’s sad
I’m not a fucking clone
Those Normal people
Et’s club em
Eaves dropping phone
Sad
I was had
And this is bad
Insane
Mad
Life has turned
Rotten Sour
Bad
Rather be alone
And that’s sad
I’m not a fucking clone
I won’t answer fucking my phone
Those Normal people
Let’s club em
To the bone
Eaves dropping phone’s
The Big Brother’s watching over no
Disconnected from that
They want to inject you with poisons and that’s mad
The society around you
Rotten sour bad
And that’s sad
Turning into a night owl or a bat
The last word to describe me is fat
But a bowl
Of the Green Purple Silver Gold
Will not help you to let the paranoia go
Sold
This is a bad road
Don’t follow
Me anymore
I know where this life will end you
Another suicide note send you
I have them by the stacks
Mad Rotten Sour Bad