Statistics tell me I'm going crazy But there's more to this than it seems I'm a collectors item for being happy Used every last drop of adrenaline so better move on, on Illusion of freedom, caught up with you again You long for acceptance without accepting anything Bang your head against the wall and make it swing You're so beautiful, when you shine You live in frenzy, you say you die daily And you're spreading the thing for real You look like a symptom of some bad disease And you're injecting the thing in me Now it's an artificial flavour, sweet but it leaves you bitter This official favor is a cure that makes you sicker