You can not see your misery But you are climbing on the misery-tree You broadcast filth, you bring us pain We sow a tumor in your brain Turn on your TV, what do you see? You're trapped inside our philosophy Hallucinations becoming real A fair price for the sh** you deal I don't know you... I'm not your private toy-maniac Well, well, well, I'll be paying you back Don't know exactly just what to do Maybe I'll die, but first I'm k**ing you I don't know you I don't want to I'll see you in Pittsburgh Long live the New Flesh I can not see my misery I guess I'm climbing up that misery-tree But it's my life, it's my Swiss army-knife Do as I want, I'll cut my self free I don't know you I don't want to I'll see you in Pittsburgh Long live the New Flesh