Standards Of Misanthropy 가사

Death is my final doctor Once again they are ominous, people around me Listening what they have to say, counting white lies Plans for isolation The solitude as my blessing and my curse I'm aware that I'll always be lost I'm tired of obeying standards Degeneration Regeneration Formula for beginning Once again they are capricious, my murderous emotions Sitting alone in my room, holding kitchen knife Fear of the doorbell Curtains hide the heart of sick I'm aware that I'll always be lost I'm tired of obeying standards Once again I have their attention Ones who clear my sense Keeping my mind open, solving the enigma Seeking something delightful Shoveling my own path I'm aware that I'll always be lost I'm tired of obeying standards