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