If you say that we're healed
Give us your pills, hobos just go away
But watch you be held dead
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I can end up your misery

In the end we all end up in a garbage job

But I'll be the one that's holding your hand



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



Maybe I'm just a mystery

I can be your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

Now we're left hanging

So far, so far from my crowd



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



Am I man or show a moment

The man on the moon or man

I lost seasons

Well, I'll be in after the kill



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos

We can't be cured



We are sick