Ií‚´m running from the morons,
but they are so stupid that they are
following me
I see their disgusting faces
that look like the end of humanity
How could these people do their job
How could they even work
When they doní‚´t know what theyí‚´re supposted to do
The sorrow caught me
And I am angry
í‚´coz of your stupidity
Why should I want to meet you,
to have fun with you
When you are dumb
and your friends as well
I came to you with a faith
that you are normal and
what will I get?
Your witless face with your pointless talking.
Oh why?