I.P.S. (Intelligent Psycho Sludge)

Inside your nose
The dust makes her shows

Sucks out your strength
(need) mental health

Straw sucks your soul
Can hear her roar?

Look the monster grows
Lunatic’s thoughts

There is no excuses
For your mess
Your brain is smashed
Insanity (is) moving fast
Look your depression
An endless, session
Day and night
The time is blind
Psycho sludge
In every match
You’re trying to win
Your courage flee

The enemy is you
Your thoughts you fool
You’re such a pathetic
Liar‚ scum…

No one can see
To face your sin
Your strange soul
Scares them all
Fill the gap
Reality takes a nap
Save your smile
For another time

The time moves
Around your rooms
Walls you create
From hate
Your smile is smashed
From your past
Feelings you trust
Starts to rust

Run – from-your-show
Run-from-your-clown
Free-your-heavy-soul
Free-your-inner-shore