Here in my room

Where the paint dries like your face

I'm still confusing love with need

Tonight at 10

I'll cry for a while

They'll get me for sure

It's just a question of time



We're the crazies



Sometimes I do

I feel so ashamed

But I have run of points of view

The man is a thinker

Who thought that he died

Just sits in the corner

Looking somewhat surprised



We're the crazies



I only exterminate

In my spare time

I fight the machine for the passers by

I know I'm wrong

But what makes you right

The simple solution is to end it all



We're the crazies