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You can not see your misery
But you are climbing on the misery-tree
You broadcast filth, you bring us pain
We sow a tumor in your brain
Turn on your TV, what do you see?
Youre trapped inside our philosophy
Hallucinations becoming real
A fair price for the s**t you deal
I dont know you...
Im not your private toy-maniac
Well, well, well, Ill be paying you back
Dont know exactly just what to do
Maybe Ill die, but first Im killing you
I dont know you
I dont want to
Ill see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh
I can not see my misery
I guess Im climbing up that misery-tree
But its my life, its my Swiss army-knife
Do as I want, Ill cut my self free
I dont know you
I dont want to
Ill see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh