Everyone is sick in one way or another
You don't wanna be the one to kill your own brother
Everyone is scared everyone is lost
Planetary chaos
We're all locked in comfortable prison cells
Distract the masses entertain the few
I've got friends that don't really exist
So answer me this, Who the f*ck are you?
Broken fingernails from crawling out of hell
She's got bruises from falling outta heaven
I think I've got maybe one or two scars
She's got seven
Devil on my shoulder
Monkey on my back
Serious as a
F*cking heart attack!
Everyone is sick in one way or another
You don't wanna be the one to kill your own brother
Everyone is scared everyone is lost
Planetary chaos
What did you say?
What do you want?
Go away
F*ck off
Who the hell are you to tell me what
I can and can not do?
I do what I want
I do what I like
I only pray to A chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Planetary chaos and a Chemical Christ
Everyone is sick in one way or another
You don't wanna be the one to kill your own brother
Everyone is scared everyone is lost
Planetary chaos