Distorted Lyrics

If you're unhappy with the path you chose, stop walking

If you keep going with this life

you'll find it will be unnerving and unending

You'll find that you are godless and that maybe you're a god

It's time to let out all your pent-up psychosis

I'll help you if I can, except

What more can I do?

To make you think that everything's okay?

What more can I say?

To make you feel like everything's dandy?

I really hate to say it, but I think you're going dead

I'm one of the few who doesn't want the world to end

I feel death in my stomach and sick to my soul

And they're trying to sell me the sun, the sun, the sun is distorted

They won't know who did it but they'll know that it's been done, been done

They won't know who did it, but they'll know that it's been done

What more can I do?

To make you think that everything's okay?

What more can I say?

To make you feel like everything's dandy?

What more can I do?

To make you feel like everything's okay?

What more can I say?

To make you feel like everything's dandy?