paranoia

pek de basarili bulmadigim bir green day sarkisi...


have visions i was in them, i was lookin into the mirror
to see a little bit clearer
the rotteningness and evil in me
fingertips with memories
i can?t forget the curves of your body
and when i feel a little bit naughty
i run it up the flagpole and see
who salutes but no one ever does

(i?m) i?m not sick but i?m not well
and i?m so hot cause i?m in hell

been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding
the creatins cloning and feeding, and i don?t even own a t.v.
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 an amputee
god damn you

bahhh
i?m not sick but i?m not well
and i?m so hot, cause i?m in hell
bahhh
i?m not sick but i?m not well
and its a sin to live so well

i want to publish scenes
and rage against machines
i wanna pierce my tongue it doesn?t hurt, it feels fine
but u don?t look so fine
i?d like to turn off time, to kill my mind, to kill my mind

paranoia
paranoia
everybody’s coming to get me
just say u never met me
i?m running under ground with the moles, diggin holes
hear the voices in my head, i swear to god it sounds like they?re snoring
and if you’re bored then your boring, the agony and the irony r killing me
well,
(i’m) i’m not sick, but i’m not well,
and i’m so hot cause i’m in hell
(i’m) i’m not sick but i’m not well,
and its a sin, to live this well

ing: paranoya.