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