Obituary Insane
Why don't you decide?
You're sentenced left to die
With soul's deceptions hole
And narrow-minded malt
Introubled through deceptive times
the mystic dreams have brought my mind to
Insane
Insane
With soul's incert decent
The corpse is still alive
Evade by your driving sense
Revolved by the noise
Forever HIp Hip Hurray
