Poets of the fall

Psychosis

Poets of the fall
Well it's a different man in your face
And so out of place that you can see anything there that you wish
Kiss my bliss
It's like I'm a welcoming freakshow doormat
Held in awe while growing fat in the head
This is where we all should see red, a big fat wet slab of red

And I see that it makes me anti-everything.
And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin.
Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration.
Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation.
Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis.

For you it's different motion of music an motion, a dance of lights, a prosaic ocean.
A delicate, nearly transparent creation of somebody's soul on the screen.
Has caught you in between of somebody's life on the stage,
and somebody's life on the frontpage and this is where we all should see red.
A big fat laughing mouth of red.

And I see that it makes me anti-everything.
And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin.
Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration.
Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation.
Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis.

I think I'm gonna start my own religion, seems to be the recipe for a new sensation
Think it's gonna make a trency revolution, quite the contribution to the unnatural selection

And I see that it makes me anti-everything.
And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin.
Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration.
Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation.
Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis.

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