Through rose colored lies
Calling you names from my social island
Why can't I be happy again?
It's the way things are and I can't change them
It's the way
There is no cure!
A lust we can't control
It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?
In a talk that I had with a man who was mad...
It was here, it was there
Couldn't find it anywhere
It was up, it was down
Squares rolling round and round
It was crowded, it was lonely
A show written only for me
Had this sick and happy feeling
I was home again
It was old, it was new
Too many and too few
It was numbing, it was high
And I was laughing the whole time
It was cold, it was warm
It was clear but I saw the storm
Had a clear, distorted feeling
I'd be back again
Call me what you will
Satisfy yourself
Justify your position
Money
It's a problem
It's so much more
I can suppress this hole if I try
It's the way
There is no cure
It's a lust we can't control
It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?
In a nightmare that I had, with a sick, demented man...
Had no fear and no love
No faith in God above
It was truth, it was lies
The searing, burning kind
It was random, it was fate
Too soon and too late
Had this wild mixed up feeling
I was back again
It was death, it was life
A victim's last rights
It was playful, it was hurtful
And I loved it the whole time
It was there in my head
A lusting for the dead
Had this sick and happy feeling
I was home again
This is the slow part
Where the
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