WE ARE CHAOS

Some, you know, you need to find some help for you If you say that we're ill Give us your pills, hope we'll just go away But once you've inhaled death Everything else is perfume Maybe I'm just a mystery I can end up your misery Maybe I'm just a mystery I can end up your misery In the end, we all end up in a garbage dump But I'll be the one that's holding your hand We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured Maybe I'm just a mystery I can be your misery Maybe I'm just a mystery Marry with the left hand So far, so far from the mad'nin' crowd We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured Am I a man or a show, a moment? The man in the moon or a man Of all seasons? Will I be in at the kill With you? We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick