There's something speaking to me in the dark, I'm chronically delirious,
This arouses doubts and I've got logical wires tangled inside of my head.
My Doppelgänger doesn't conform, it stays there getting bored,
My psyche is deviating cells gone mad non-stop.
You caught me, I'm not talented,
I only have sick principles and a strange behaviour.
Some often notice I'm a little bit apathetic,
If I look out of place, it's because my mind is on autopilot mode.
Darkness is getting tighter, my iris hisses and laughs
And an invisible hand pushes me to write some rhymes,
That's right, that sound is a hiss
And that's why sometimes I feel sick, I pause the beat, because i feel nauseous just by writing it.
I'm serving sentences putting up with the anxiety until my body can make it,
I look at myself in the mirror and I think I'm not feeling well,
The monster is dictating me the rhymes and verses and I often do as he says,
If you were me, you wouldn't survive past half an hour.
I feel like a little Mephisto,
I tried to cure myself, but it's ridiculous to insist,
Only paranoias here tell me I exist,
I've got five mental illnesses, three of which are in the title of this disc.
Problem is the more I listen to you and the more you break me,
Stop this please, I'm waiting for you to calm down,
You evoke the darkness and each one of my bad demons,
So that I can exploit my ego and link it to my soft spots.
Shit, this is hell and there's no way out,
I feel like a war is going on inside of me, but my mouth is sewn shut.
This song is for every single time I thought "I'd better shut my mouth",
They will be listening to me the day I'm hanging from the ceiling.
I'm jumping off the sixth floor,
Because I can't feel anything, whether we do drugs or fuck together,
Does it really matter whether I'm staying or going?
I'm writing lyrics where my good self is making a song with my bad self in the same track.
I'm looking at the day until it dies, I go out by myself late,
I want to do five different drugs and forget who I am.
A big "fuck you" goes to those who tell me about life,
I've already found the suitable weapon to end me.
I want paraphilias inside of our heads,
I count my mental illnesses to fall asleep,
I need to cure my Schadenfreude
Before my girlfriend thinks of dumping her boyfriend.
I don't feel my face when walking down the streets,
You ask me when I'll be releasing my disc, before the hype fades away.
You surely noticed my eyes have a very weird look,
Maybe it's because I'm hiding dead bodies under the staircase.
I'm dreaming of breaking vertebrae apart,
Your beautiful life doesn't make me live,
I slit my boss's throat who was always shouting at me
And the more I look at him, the more I can't hold off my laughter.
What my mind hears is out of this world,
People, if you only knew what I'm thinking of when I'm having a wank.
I only want to express what I feel
And I don't give a fuck, bro, if I'm not a good example
And now Matti, slaughter him, make a diagonal cut.
No, I can't do this just because he gave me the stink eye,
I would end up in the Holy Cross...
"Matti, who are you talking to?"
"Don't tell her!"
No one, I was thinking out loud...