Statistics tell me I'm going crazy

But there's more to this than it seems

I'm 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

You're so beautiful, when you shine



You live in frenzy, you say you die daily

And you're spreading the thing for real

You look like a symptom of some bad disease

And you're injecting the thing in me



Now it's an artificial flavour,

sweet but it leaves you bitter

This official favor

is a cure that makes you sicker