You Are Sick Lyrics

You are sick - Yes I am sick
And I like it
Exit in rage attack
Burst of emotion and dancer
Splash of mud joy
You are sick and this is your
Hear words from strangers cigarettes
Spit on words
Spit on thoughts
Spit on people around
Sphere of existence
I have my own world
Ideal utopia of chaos and darkness
Ideal infinite
Abyss of joy and sorrow
There is no system, there is no order
There is no moral, and vital vanity
Transformed into a slack formula
The destruction of the boundaries of reality
You are sick - Yes I am sick
Though my illness is an ideal world in which I live
And not going to die
Infinite structure of disorder
Making space in my head
And the burden of my brain impulses
The body will grow old and die
But the word of imagination
That called disease
Always silently waiting and waiting
You are sick - Yes I am sick