A.C.I.Y.H.A.B. Songtext
von Throwing Stuff

They tell you you′re best friends
When you're face down on the floor
One arm wrapped round your shoulder
While the other beckons the matador

Liberate my brain
No longer will he remain
Liberate my brain
It is mine to reclaim


I know that smile is just a charade
Masking the way they turn fears into hate
You think they′re out to protect you?
It's about control, it's about control

There is a policeman inside your head
Trying to dilute what doesn′t fit
There is a policeman inside your head
He won′t stop 'til you don′t exist
There is a policeman inside your head
He says he'll drown out all the noise
There is a policeman inside your head
He must be destroyed