(Chapter Two: Interzone) Emotional Disease Songtext
von The Psychotic Monks

I can′t trust a poetry in here
Some things are emotions to the crowd
You'll try to deal with passions in my heart
Some things are inherent to the fall

Some things to confess to prisoners
Someone′s obligation to be there
You've got to find (a) profession to declare
I can't trust a poetry in here again

Somehow (it) causes emotional disease
Stuck here with my self-claimed regress
You′ve got to trust a poetry in here


Cry about it, in vein
Cry about it, in vein
Cry about it
Cry about it, in vein
Cry about it
Cry about it, in vein
Cry about it
Cry about it, in vein
Cry about it

I fall upon a serious damage drawn
Sad tale of pain, hollow, your hour is bleak
It′s theoretical. Is anybody home?... Oh
Nobody knows If anybody's home, home
Nobody knows If anybody′s home, home
Nobody knows If anybody's home, home