If you say that we're ill
Give us your pill
Hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the maddening crowd
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Am I a man or a show, or moment
The man in the moon
Or a man of all seasons
Will I be in at the kill
With you?
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick