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Taj mahal penthouse suite … room 101

Where reason dies and madness falls

And suffering – and suffering brings fun

I wonder why - i do not know

I try to run but where to go

Try to escape but there’s no aim

Daily punch in my brain

I’m fisting my brain … I’m falling insane

I’m suffering pain … Hate fisting my brain

Fisting my brain

All the ugly stupid faces

Hyping each banality

In uniforms – In uniforms of individuality

They debate - `bout excrements

And write a fast food song

But when a cultures sun is low

Even dwarf’s shadow’s long

I’m fisting my brain ... I’m falling insane

I’m suffering pain … I Hate

I swim in swamps of madness – Hang in webs of atrophy

I walk through fields of blindness – Fly above and I can see

At the race of evolution – We stand in the pit stop box

Our highest institution – media created god

Fisting my brain

Forces of ignorance

Troops of mental suicide

Armies of stupidity

They all abrade my mind

They fill me up with all their waste

I swallow don’t care for the taste

A daily dose of cyanide

Gives me low level speed

I’m fisting my brain … I’m falling insane

I’m suffering pain … Hate fisting my brain