You start a day with a damn ugly sign on your face

As everybody does

Steel box packed full of vacant eyes and frustrated sighs

"Don't look at me, don't touch me"

So you're screaming out loud inside your head

"'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast"

So tied up and dried out in a battle field for neurotics

Is it life or death？

Unnoticed, so stranded in a cage for irritated sheeps

Everybody's messed up

Seems ready to blaze out

Start a day with a damn ugly mind hiding

Underneath your friendliness

Every toe you see makes you wonder why

Those are that much pointed

"Don't look at me, don't touch me"

So you're screamig out loud inside your head

"'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast"

Everybody's messed up

Seems ready to blaze out

Like a race on the back street

Like a fight in a mosh pit

Everybody's strung up

You'll see that every high ethic standard

Hides its sparkling ego