20th Century Schizofriendic Revengoid-man

I can’t go to work today
'Cause I’ve forgotten how to human (Ah)
I’ve chosen not to make revenge art anymore
I’m cured of schizofriendia
I’d love to be the anxiety-free
Happiness man, man, that’s not me
Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby’s guitar insane
If everything’s fake
I wanna be fake
It’s so lonely being the only one who thinks they’re real
One, two, three, four
Now it’s my greatest joy
Making something David Rock 'n' Roll
He’s definitely not some random singer
Or a slave of Mr. Duck
Rosier than Antonius Block
Realizing, «God, what a waste»
Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby’s guitar insane
If everything’s fake
I wanna be fake
It’s so lonely being the only one who thinks they’re real
One, two, three, four
Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby’s guitar insane
Why does everyone seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby’s guitar insane
If everything’s fake
I wanna be fake
It’s so lonely being the only one who’s sort of real
One, two, three, four