I'm listening with both ears covered
Can't hear those lies
I'm watching with both eyes shaded
I still defy
Oh you fill my head
That dirt it causes mind pollution
Oh you push me with your fuck far extreme solution
The screaming hate of anger shrieks and never makes a sound
I blink my bloodshot eyes and kick the ground
Why don't you do something to help me
I'm sick and tired of sitting in the wrong chair
If you have something to say then say it
I'm damned if I ain't sitting in the wrong chair
Sitting
Sitting in the wrong chair
I'm running but my feet are walking
But I still try
We suffer and you just keep talking
But I don't know why
Oh your schizophrenic attitude beats nails into my knee
Oh you raise the lid and set the chaos free
The parasitic rats live off my back take everything they can
All they fucking can
Here's a finger, spin on it, sick man
Spin on it sick man!
