| Song | Psykosis |
| Artist | Impaled Nazarene |
| Album | Pro Patria Finlandia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Impaled Nazarene | |
| I need to defragment my head | |
| I am going insane | |
| Creepy fucking crawlers | |
| Crawling under my skin | |
| I can feel the pressure | |
| Steaming from within | |
| I need to wake up the dead | |
| Lead them to salvation | |
| Realize the futility of lite | |
| Deeds, actions undone | |
| By seismic scale | |
| I score blank zero | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| I want to defragment my head | |
| Start from the beginning | |
| Without creepy crawlers | |
| Without killing pressure | |
| I am puking myself dead | |
| I am afraid of vomiting | |
| What if I lost this came | |
| And did not even get it | |
| I am trapped in a dream | |
| Yet I know I am awake | |
| Can somebody help me | |
| Give me more pills | |
| So that I survive one more day | |
| Without shitting myself | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society |
| zuo ci : Impaled Nazarene | |
| I need to defragment my head | |
| I am going insane | |
| Creepy fucking crawlers | |
| Crawling under my skin | |
| I can feel the pressure | |
| Steaming from within | |
| I need to wake up the dead | |
| Lead them to salvation | |
| Realize the futility of lite | |
| Deeds, actions undone | |
| By seismic scale | |
| I score blank zero | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| I want to defragment my head | |
| Start from the beginning | |
| Without creepy crawlers | |
| Without killing pressure | |
| I am puking myself dead | |
| I am afraid of vomiting | |
| What if I lost this came | |
| And did not even get it | |
| I am trapped in a dream | |
| Yet I know I am awake | |
| Can somebody help me | |
| Give me more pills | |
| So that I survive one more day | |
| Without shitting myself | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society |
| zuò cí : Impaled Nazarene | |
| I need to defragment my head | |
| I am going insane | |
| Creepy fucking crawlers | |
| Crawling under my skin | |
| I can feel the pressure | |
| Steaming from within | |
| I need to wake up the dead | |
| Lead them to salvation | |
| Realize the futility of lite | |
| Deeds, actions undone | |
| By seismic scale | |
| I score blank zero | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| I want to defragment my head | |
| Start from the beginning | |
| Without creepy crawlers | |
| Without killing pressure | |
| I am puking myself dead | |
| I am afraid of vomiting | |
| What if I lost this came | |
| And did not even get it | |
| I am trapped in a dream | |
| Yet I know I am awake | |
| Can somebody help me | |
| Give me more pills | |
| So that I survive one more day | |
| Without shitting myself | |
| Life equals conspitation | |
| In our society | |
| Life is conspitation | |
| In our society |