Texty: Voodoo Glow Skulls. Baile de Los Locos. Nazican.

I can't see why you're so upset
What you see in front of you
You'd wish you could forget the scenery
Isn't pretty to you so you change your ways
To set you apart nazican

Now that you think
You're someone else nazican
Standing up for something
That doesn't make much sense nazican

It's not something that's inherited nazican
It's something that's planted inside your fucking head

It's not something that's inherited nazican
It's something that's planted inside your fucking head