All the f**ing people who is living on this planet
Is it just me or have we gone into a realy bad habit?
Everybody's seaking attention or acceptence in the socity
By puting themselfes out there and going threw anxiety
Buildning up a fake personality to fit in with the rest
Thinking what shall I wear, how shall I act, and feeling realy stressed
No one act out as they realy feel or how they realy are
Everybody just wanna be a famous like a freakin, freakin rock star
We are being pushed on this image of how you shall act but also what to wear
By a f**ing box in the corner of your room thats spreading radiation through the air
The world is transforming into a madhouse on a relay big scale
And our minds are being locked away like we were in jail
The best person you can find are being pushed away like they were trash
Beacuse of their looks or cuse they have no more cash
We are on a sure way to crumble
And soon we are gonna pop this bubble
Hook:
Welcome to the madhouse, you never see me around
I'am tierd of you b**hes, let me f**ing sound
You got friends thats stabing your back for a one night stand
They care more about getting their dick wet than a brotherly band
Kids are taking their lives cuse of bullies online
Others they find d** and alcohol and feels good to combine
They just wanna take all that pain and pressure away
But it's just getting worse for every day
You have manegers who judge you by looks, and thats just reality
All of that´s just wrong not realy what I call good morality
Everyone should have a chance to show who they are
Without preconceptions, if not, well thats just bizzare
We are saying that you can't judge a book by it's cover
So why are we doing it to humans? That's yet to discover
I have seen some women who is so scared of gaining a little weight
Looking at covers of photoshoped modells that sets them into a blind state
Ends up with anorexia while trying to look perfect
And to those who push this I give no respect
Hook:
Welcome to the madhouse, you never see me around
I'am tierd of you b**hes, let me f**ing sound
And I get so sick of how we value material things over the living
All those poor animals who suffers cuz of uss is pretty f**ing chilling
Just cuz you want some cheep fodd or a fine coat to wear
Should they have to suffer cuz you wanna make a really good affair?
Getting their fure ripped of alive and being stacked up on each other
But most of you don't care enough to take some time to even bother
We have becomed a selfish f**ing spices that only cares ubout uss
And when others are in pain we ain't up to discuss
Some they escape from this freakshow and some they transform
Into a cold hearthless being in this so called reform
And the rest of uss are left here and can't do a sh**
But you know that, I just wanna hijack a spaceship from NASA, and split
Hook:
Welcome to the madhouse, you never see me around
I'am tierd of you b**hes, let me f**ing sound