Lars Holm Johansen Follow

To regain our strength or full use of our brains
It's all artificial, real life's, jerry springer
Yeah, we lost our minds and we ain't getting any better

Prayers don't get answered all the time
So wake up after all luck is the residue of design
My days are all long but my weeks are real short
I'm chemically imbalanced and it won't work for me in any court

I'm going postal today, this anger has made me insane
I feel jealousy towards the dead
Life pressures just fucked up my head
And I believe the meaning of life has been lost
The meaning of life has been lost

Comfort in progress, I can't take that nonsense of politics
After all, it's designed misery, the smoke screen is thick
And it's fumes make me sick when they reach you, it's not good
Their purpose is to keep all you in line
For the rest of your meaningless lives

Take initiative now, by standing up and being productive
One thing that stops us is ourselves
No one else, yeah, we've lost our minds
And we ain't getting any better

I'm going postal today, this anger has made me insane
I feel jealousy towards the dead
Life pressures just fucked up my head
And I believe the meaning of life has been lost
The meaning of life has been lost

To regain our strength or full use of our brains
It's all artificial, real life's, jerry springer