Tytuł: Insane

• Wykonawca: OXYMORON
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You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
  I can't make headway with this pressure at all
  My mind's upset I gotta get away
  And jam the gearing of the whole machine
  The people who suffer to get uniformed
  Are wimps who needn't complain anymore
  When they discover what's happened to their lives
  They're gonna pay the fucking price
  
  [Chorus:]
  You make me sick, you drive me insane
  You're gonna take my mind away
  But I'm not scared of what you do
  What the fuck is wrong with you?
  
  You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
  I can't make headway with this pressure at all
  You declare me a yob but don't figure out
  That I ain't gonna end up being so fooled
  It seems that your mission is to blind-fold the crowd
  As brainless masses can't complain anymore
  And you create a new hoax everyday
  While human brains keep rucking dying
  
  Insane - go away, I gotta get out
  better get away with you