Testo The Crazies

Here in my roomWhere the paint dries like your faceI'm still confusing love with needTonight at 10I'll cry for a whileThey'll get me for sureIt's just a question of timeWe're the craziesSome things I doI feel so ashamedBut I have run of points of viewThe man is a thinkerWho thought that he diedJust sits in the cornerLooking somewhat surprisedWe're the craziesI only exterminateIn my spare timeI fight the machine for the passers byI know I'm wrongBut what makes you rightThe simple solution is to end it allWe're the crazies