The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ... 



Do you feel you're not taken serious? 

That your input is brushed aside? 

That you can get no respect 

That people may even be laughing behind your back 

Does this make you question your self-worth? 

Well it should ... because you're worthless! 

Now take the case of the new-age cyco 

Confident, commanding respect 

Taking whatever he wants, from wherever it is 



I've been thinking, so to speak 

Knees are shaking, tired and weak 

I've been wondering, who I am 

I've been wondering where I am 



Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco 



If you have one, I'll have one too 

Not another, the one I took from you! 

Add my numbers, add it up 

I guess I got it ... give it up! 



Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco 



Now you've had some time to think 

Why don't you look in the mirror, tell me what you see 

Nah not on the outside, look inside, deep inside 

The true ugliness 

Not the self-created coloured hair, piercings hanging out everywhere 

The stuff you try to cover up and deny 

So there's a reason for everything 

Now you let the reason out 

Rising up, I feel it coming, let 'em know it's time! 



I'm still wondering, why I am 

Coughing up blood, spitting up phlegm 

So much anger, hostility 

Biting and kicking, inside of me 

I'm fully cyco, partly hexed 

Makes me wonder, who is next 

You need not worry, about what I am 

But you better worry, about where I am! 



Su casa es mi casa 

No quieres chingar conmigo 



The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...