How can you speak out the feeling of freedom 
While you can’t even control yourself 
Your thoughts of rage come floating out of you 
You can’t feel peace 
You aren’t yourself 

You think about hate 
Now you’re fucked up 
You think about pain 
Now you’re fucked up 
You think about rage 
Now you’re fucked up 
You want to have luck 
That you can’t have 

You feel that luck is passing you by 
You are afraid it won’t happen to you 
But luck is like a butterfly 
It will sit down, down on you 

You think about hate 
Now you’re fucked up 
You think about pain 
Now you’re fucked up 
You think about rage 
Now you’re fucked up 
You want to have luck 
That you can’t have

© PRACTICAL JOKE