Demons at the corner of the room
Lookin for my spirit what they want, do you know?
Honestly I don’t believe in them
But I can become one of them if you want

Looking to the sky is getting hard with the buildings
The ground is getting dirty with the blood of the dummies
The world is ending up in the hands of the mummies and zombies
It’s getting hard to breath with the urge of the humans

I go to therapy just to listen what I know
Get numb on medication, alcohol and other drugs
I love some cigarettes, if you know than you know
I want to put a knife on my neck on my stomach

Or jump from the top of a building (of a building)
Cause yeah, I'm a dummy (fuckin dummie fuckin dummie)
Controlled by the system, stuck on it stuck on it
And if we decide to kill ourselves
Everybody around in communion