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You drive me insane, my back's to the wall |
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I can't make headway with this pressure at all |
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My mind's upset |
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I gotta get away |
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And jam the gearing of the whole machine |
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The people who suffer to get uniformed |
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Are wimps who needn't complain anymore |
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When they discover what's happened to their lives |
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They're gonna pay the fucking price [Chorus:] |
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You make me sick, you drive me insane |
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You're gonna take my mind away |
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But I'm not scared of what you do |
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What the fuck is wrong with you? |
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You drive me insane, my back's to the wall |
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I can't make headway with this pressure at all |
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You declare me a yob but don't figure out |
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That I ain't gonna end up being so fooled |
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It seems that your mission is to blind-fold the crowd |
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As brainless masses can't complain anymore |
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And you create a new hoax everyday |
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While human brains keep fucking dying |
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Insane - go away, |
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I gotta get out better get away with you |