It enrageS more than neighbor's talks in the courtyard
It is more importunate than speck of glass in the eye
This feeling is strange
It's such illogical attitude
It is just like your own illness-death process
It's like a naked woman on illuminated advertising
And secretly it even excites you
It's just like a lizard dance on the chameleon floor
It's just like a human sex behind the wall
You can ask smoking shadows on your windowsill
Hell is better if your devil's behind you
It infuriateS more than first glass bottle at six
It's more unexpected than the fact that you screw with your boss
This feel is strange
It is much more repulsing than fresh sludge at the bottom
It is much more annoying than A needle under your nail
It is much more moronic than ecology freaks
And secretly it doesn't surprise you
It's just like a lizard dance on the chameleon floor
It's just like a human sex behind the wall
You can ask smoking shadows on your windowsill
Hell is better if your devil's behind you