作词 : W.S.R.
作曲 : LM莫莫/YokeZ
Mental Hospital (精神病院)
Lyrics by: W.S.R
Prod by:LM莫莫/ YOKE–Z
I gotta be crazy, uhn, now.
crazy, uhn, now.
crazy, uhn, now.
crazy, uhn, now.
I gotta be crazy, uhn, now.
I'm a psychiatric patient somehow.
These guys are around me, reading aloud.
Facing to doctor's hat, they scrape and bow.
(I) wanna prove that I'm not ill.
I threw my book aside, but still
doctors were unhappy, I was thrilled.
I hate to study, my gut spilled. (Ha Ha)
I'm walking on this matrix, seriously varying.
Messianic man seems charged with battery.
I don't care if I can pass the exam. It makes me pasty.
Locked in a room without pass keys.
The involution makes me an asthmatic.
Everyday I say the word "F" with three asterisk.
They can't parry my attack after I practise rantings
The ****ing matrix is like the Mary.
Lil faggots call me whippersnapper.
They say my lyrics is vulgar, no manners.
I'm so different from the others, like the black ink drop on white papers.
Finally become characters. I'm a man as mad as a hatter.
My dream's to be a rapper.
Not to stay'in here facing to doctors.
Don't tie me down to bed.
I'm not mad.
I won't wag again.
Never fantasize.
(Sedative!)
I'm not a stoic.I should have my voice.
Enloud my noise, dancing toyi–toyi.
Disagree with theory of useless study.
But I have to join in involution, 'cuz I have no choice.
Dame, who can live in this world, escaping from the huge pressure?
Dame, complain too much. You are odd. Delight yourself in full measure.
Hush! Stop your talk. For all, we duck the doc at all, bro.
Hush! I can't bear it anymore. I gotta do hold the floor.
(Spring it!)
Got the balls. Clutch at straws.
I don't know what the **** to the world.
Innocent people are oddly caught, forced to be involved.
Simple man's whether successful or not?
The only one standard figured by all people?
"How much money, achievement have you got? "
"How many vital personality have you lost? "
****!
Hyperthyroidism.
Like a high ploy, venom's
whiter than white. Poison society.
Line of sight shotton mind.
Move your eyesight to the sky.
"Aye, "These guys sigh. Don't buy anxiety.
Reach utopia? Impossible!
Cure the illnesses? Inoperable.
Figure it's time to prove that i'm not ****ing lying.
Even if i'm judged by these guys on different mind.