Bipolar Disorder - BipolaredrosiD © 2010

Sick Of aLL tHis crAp
Bipolar Disorder - Narcissistic

Drug wars
Guns laws
Reforms
More laws
More people behind bars
More regulations to save me from myself

Stop making new laws
End this fuckin drug wars
No more eyes on me
No more eyes on you

Stop explaining my troubles
Stop solving my problems
No more fuckin handouts
No more bailouts

No more extended benefits
No more special interests
No more exceptions
No more legal marriages
No more unions
No tax credits
No more illegal drugs
No more illegal suicides
No more fines to fill up budgets
No more cops to write more fines
No more government
No more special rights
No more minority activism
No more creating diversion in the name of things you don't believe in yourself
No more anti-religion
No more anti-atheism
No more anti-rich
No more anti-poor

Legislations devoid of common sense
Participations for publicity
Proposals benefiting special interests
Profit making money machines
Dragged between left & right
Entertained by this fuckin media
I'm trying to find a useful line in this mess
Man, I'm sick of this crap

Take some responsibility

Drug wars
Guns laws
Reforms
New laws
More laws
I'm this fuckin idiot
waiting to be saved by my government
from my own fuckin actions
What the fuck!

Drug wars
Guns laws
Reforms
More laws
More people behind bars
More regulations to save me from myself

Sick of all this crap
Sick of all this crap
Sick of all this crap
I'm sick of all this crap
I'm sick

Don't make my decisions for me
What part of it don't you understand?

I'm sick of this crap

They're Trying to Kill me
Bipolar Disorder - Narcissistic

Demons, surrounded by them
Memories of being
Lied, repeatedly denied
They all want a piece of me

Turned away the medicine & Hennessy
They are trying to kill me

They all want a piece of me
Turned away the medicine & Hennessy
Forced isolation
Emotional abuse
They label you narcissistic
Just because you're different

They're trying to kill me
They're trying to fuckin' kill me

They're trying to

Demons, surrounded by these nutjobs
They all want a piece of me
They all want a piece of you

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The Nice People
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

I smile, I obey the law
I don’t do anything bad to anyone
I’m so polite to everybody, that means I’m so nice
Man, I’m so sick & tired of these fuckin’ nice people!

Gotta spread awareness of these lifesuckin’ cocksuckers
That fake caring, fake smile, absurd pity
They’ve got fake written all over them
When it comes to it they’ll let you die in pain & hunger
And won’t even look back
These are the nice people

These masterpieces of government are complaining that I’m too aggressive
They are offended that I’m offensive
I’m offended that I’m offensive
And I’m offended that you’re so fuckin’ passive
But you don’t care what I think
But you don’t care how I feel
So I don’t care what you think
And I don’t really care how you feel

Silently agreeing to what I say
There is no fuckin’ use to it
There is no use to this
Fuck!!!

These fuckin’ nice people

Society’s Bitch
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

Some day you’ll live long enough to be society’s bitch

I blame you for being what I am
I hate you for doing what I do
I need to forget about what I know
You need to forget about what you think
But you’re trying to prove me that I’m wrong
But I don’t want to be right & I don’t want to be wrong
I just want you to be yourself

You never do what you want
You never do what you like
Acting tough & crazy
Then crying in your bedroom
You wake up in the morning
Put on all that makeup
Worried about how you look
And how people see you
Why won’t you just fuckin’ admit it?
You are society’s bitch

Creepy Anger
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

Looking through these images
Seeking for an answer in my TV – my decision maker
Don’t wanna deal with anything
Sick of these fuckin’ business people
Bodies of these parasites
Joint bank accounts determine love

Fuckin’ die silent
Die for politics
Die for companies
Die, just fuckin’ die!

This fuckin’ anger

Someone who felt the same
Someone so much into me
Something that has become so cold & ugly
I’m left with nothing but anger

Don’t Think, Just do it!
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

When will you finally get it?
You’re not your job
You’re not your house
You’re not your car
You’re not your fuckin’ bank account

Don’t think, just do it
Just do it!

Passive, so fuckin’ inactive
Goddamn it, nothing gets fixed by itself
Let’s get it moving, you should have known
Nothing comes out of nothing
You’ve gotta stop overthinking about the consequences
Stop thinking, just do it!

My head is starting to spin
And I am just getting manic
Like it could go any faster
I’m just about to panic
It’s like I’m committing a sin
Flamed for trying to help you
Jumping out of my skin
Trying to pull you out

How can I let the only person I care about
Be sitting in her room, counting millimeters
Life’s too short to worry about these things
(sigh)
You’re not your fuckin’ bank account

Don’t think, just do it!

Domina
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

Human rights
Gay rights
Women’s rights
Yellow’s rights
Black’s rights
White’s rights
Green’s rights
And all this bullshit
Everybody’s trying to dominate using other people’s sympathy
And don’t give me that hurt buddy’s look, it’s not gonna shut me up
You wanna try to fuck me?
Then fuck you!

Democracy is too hard
I wanna see your eyes while you’re doing this
Very good, keep doing what you’re supposed to do
There should be no talking, you should have no time
Your eyes are red now, you’re choking
Pull yourself together, democracy is coming
I really enjoy this experience
You do too, right? Tell me you do too!
But don’t worry, if you don’t like it we’ll try it a different way
There are so many options
I will let you choose the one you like better
I’ll give you the democracy you want

I’ll give you the democracy you want!

Fake, Stupid & Ignorant Motherfuckers
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

Working jobs you hate
Paying taxes you haven't signed for
Obeying social norms & regulations
For what good?
In society we trust

Pretend happiness – a sign of clinical depression
Loosing personality for a lifestyle obsession
100s of years, still we haven’t learned anything
Shit, I'm really fuckin angry!

Asskissing, suits & ties
Polished speech & fake smiles
Cell phones & fancy cars
Buy more crap you don’t need
Illusion of a good life
Suck it up to fit in
Be what everyone wants you to be
Be what this system needs you to be

Fake, stupid, ignorant motherfuckers!!

You can't have a conversation with a wall
That smiling bastard behind is trying to shove it up my ass
Keep taking my patience for weakness for as long as you can
I’m not a violent person
But there are limits even to the patience of a saint
Keep pushing me over the edge
But you will shut the hell up
When I blow your fuckin brains out

Be what everyone wants you to be
Be what everyone wants you to be
Be what everyone wants you to be
Be what everyone wants you to be

Fuck Depression! / Don’t Judge Me!
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

I’ve been depressed for the most of my life
Feeling worthless, miserable, ugly
Criticized, discriminated by everybody
Not good for anyone
I guess some of us are born to live a shitty life
I've always been raised to be something instead of being raised to be happy.
I still have voices in my head, some weird sense of guilt
Took a personality disorder test, scored high almost on everything
It was a warning sign; it’s time to do something

This paranoid feeling that the world is out to get me
Half-crippled, pissed off, half-insane
I guess it takes to loose everything to be free
I feel that’s where I am now, so fuck depression
I’m really set on making this happen, man
Through life threatening danger, through chronic pain
Just hoping to lay these tracks down before I pass away
Now I’ve got people confused if I’m doing heavy metal or rapping
I’m not rapping, I’ve just got to spit this shit out

Often I wake up in the morning
Wishing I was never born
Wandering if it’s worth living today
Or I should just put a bullet in my head
How much of survival can one survive after all?
The only reason I’m alive is because I’m not dead
But, fuck it, I’m here anyway, so let’s try to make the best out of it

This paranoid feeling
It takes to loose everything to be free
Through life threatening danger, through chronic pain
Just hoping to lay these tracks down before I pass away

There is always some jackass who stands in judgment of what you do
These are mostly the people who do nothing themselves
These are the people who have no mind of their own
I guess the best way to deal with ignorance is to ignore
Well then, I’m a fuckin psychopath
And if you don’t like it, you can go and fuck yourself

Sometimes I wish I were deaf
These fuckin voices
These fuckin people are driving me insane
Suggestions, advises, criticism
How about a glass of “Shut the fuck up”?
It’s easy to pass judgment sitting in comfort of your home
How the fuck can you know what it’s like to be me?
So unless you’ve been in my shoes
Don’t fuckin judge me

This paranoid feeling
Fuck depression
Don’t judge me

Painkiller
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

It’s been hurting for too long
Sometimes it feels like it’s become my essence
Killing my senses
To kill this pain

This pot is boiling
There is something cooking here
But what difference does it make
When there are no eaters?

What good is God
When there are no believers?
How can you fear hell
When you’re already in one?

What good is love
When it’s not returned?
What good are friends
When they can’t accept you for who you are?

Killing my senses to kill this pain
I need my painkiller

What good is sex
When there’s no attraction?
What good is insanity
When there is no cure?
What good is life
Without any happiness?
In the end it all makes no difference
Because everything is what we make out of it & nothing more

You Want What You Can’t Have
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

You say you like confident men
Sensitive & caring
Honest & kind
And 10000 other qualities of which you don’t know the meaning
You like traveling, you like dancing
You like having fun

You’re so fuckin’ boring
Hiding in your cave
Worried about your social status
Staring your eyes away form everyone
Then bitching that there are no good men out there

Scrolling through 10000 channels of television
You’ve lost your brain somewhere in between them
Scrolling through 10000 channels of television
You’re bitching

You’re looking at these clowns in costumes
With brand new cars & houses in suburbs
And you want them to take you
So you can sit in your room & complain
That there are no good men out there
You’re so fuckin’ boring
A marionette of this public
Dance under every & each order
And then bitch that there are no good people out there
Well, you are not a good person either!

You are looking for a relationship
You are not looking for love
Dressed up in this costume
Acting in this masquerade
Fake laughters & fake smiles
You’ve lost your personality
You just want what you can’t have

Fake smiles & laughters
10000 channels of brainwashing

I’m looking at your pathetic face
With your makeup & smile
Dancing under every & each order
Hey, you like dancing!
You’re the type of person who sits & criticizes everybody
But you don’t want to move your fuckin’ finger to change a thing

You just don’t have the guts to stand up for what you want
So scared of being alone

What happened to old fashioned love?
Now - backup & re-bound boyfriends & girlfriends, safe marriage BS
Dating rules, obsessions with appearances
Scales, leagues, experiences
Isn’t this racism?!
What a load of crap!

Fake smiles & laughters
10000 channels of brainwashing
Fuck this!

Scrolling through 10000 channels of television
You’ve lost your mind
Scrolling through 10000 channels of television
You’re bitching

You just want what you can’t have

10000 channels of television
And we’ve just added another one
Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

Recession
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

I’ve just lost my job
I can’t pay my mortgage
I can’t pay my bills
My property has lost its value
My savings ain’t worth jack shit

Now bad credit
Some dude is repossessing my car
I can’t watch this
Everything is fucking falling apart
How am I posed to get out of this hell?!

Good!
Now you all know what it feels like
All these bastards crying about their little shit
Fuck off with your shit already

Don’t blame me for enjoying this recession

I’m highly skilled professional
Sending out resumes, no calls
I’m too good to work at a shitty job
I just want to do a little, get paid a lot
I don’t want to give up my lifestyle
Living poor sucks

Is it because you’re stupid that you can’t find a good job?
C’mon, it can’t be that bad
There are many things to enjoy in life, right?
So enjoy this, motherfuckers!

Endless talk about bad economy
Exaggerated media’s causing mass depression
Endless layoffs
No more idiots sitting in offices & doing nothing
Chattering all day long
No more producing & buying unnecessary crap

Tax cuts, bail outs – fuck that
Tax bucket to fill up for more thieves
More support for these fuckin’ parasites
More support to retain stupid lifestyles
More hard work for low quality life
More bastards to fill up this government

More support for these fuckin’ parasites
More support to retain stupid lifestyles
More hard work for low quality life
More bastards to fill up this government

More hypocrites for this fuckin’ society
More assholes for this fuckin’ system
More shit for more shit
Fuck it!

Don’t blame me for enjoying this recession

Fuck it!

I’m Sorry
Bipolar Disorder – Industrial Psychopath

I’m sorry that I have to bring this up
I’m sorry that I can’t hold it inside of me anymore
I’m so sorry that you’re such a peace of shit

I’m sorry about your fucked up governments & the fact that we still need them
I’m sorry about your failed marriages & half-functional families
I’m sorry that I’m so embarrassing that you have to turn it off when someone walks in
I’m sorry that I’m not a millionaire & I’m sorry that it’s all that matters

A needle in my hand
Still feel nothing
Lost the track of my veins
But I’m really fuckin’ sorry

I’m sorry that you can’t control your periods
And I’m sorry that you’re so upset
I’m sorry that your kids are growing up hating you
And I’m sorry about their messed up future
I’m sorry that you never saw it coming
I’m sorry that you can’t let it go
I’m sorry that you can’t accept your mistakes
And I’m sorry that you fucked up

I'm sorry I can't fuck you like an animal
Just because I care about you
I'm sorry you need a body matching magazines in order to feel beautiful
I'm sorry that the underwear from cadillac is the only thing that turns you on
I’m sorry that I’m too young & I’m sorry that I’m too old

I’m sorry about unconscious racism & these fucked up social standards
I’m sorry about TV & radio shows that suck your brains out of your heads
I’m sorry about big corporation that make money out of your blood
I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything to stop it
And I’m also sorry that I’m sorry

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry that I had to bring this up
I’m sorry that I couldn’t hold it inside of me anymore
I’m sincerely sorry that you’re such a peace of shit

A needle in my hand
Still feel nothing
Lost the track of my veins

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