You can not see your misery
But you are climbing on the misery-tree
You broadcast filth, you bring us pain
We sow a tumor in your brain
Turn on your TV, what do you see?
You`re trapped inside our philosophy
Hallucinations becoming real
A fair price for the shit you deal
I don`t know you...
I`m not your private toy-maniac
Well, well, well, I`ll be paying you back
Don`t know exactly just what to do
Maybe I`ll die, but first I`m killing you
I don`t know you
I don`t want to
I`ll see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh
I can not see my misery
I guess I`m climbing up that misery-tree
But it`s my life, it`s my Swiss army-knife
Do as I want, I`ll cut my self free
I don`t know you
I don`t want to
I`ll see you in Pittsburgh
Long live the New Flesh