Statistics tell me im going crazy
But theres more to this than it seems
Im a collectors item for being happy


Used every last drop of adrenaline
So better move on, on


Illusion of freedom, caught up with you again
You long for acceptance without accepting anything

Bang your head against the wall and make it swing
Youre so beautiful, when you shine


You live in frenzy, you say you die daily
And youre spreading the thing for real
You look like a symptom of some bad disease

And youre injecting the thing in me

Now its an artificial flavour,

Sweet but it leaves you bitter
This official favor
Is a cure that makes you sicker