Текст песни The Crazies

Here in my room Where the paint dries like your face I'm still confusing love with need Tonight at 10 I'll cry for a while They'll get me for sure It's just a question of time We're the crazies Some things I do I feel so ashamed But I have run of points of view The man is a thinker Who thought that he died Just sits in the corner Looking somewhat surprised We're the crazies I only exterminate In my spare time I fight the machine for the passers by I know I'm wrong But what makes you right The simple solution is to end it all We're the crazies