The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...
Do you feel you're not taken serious? That your input is brushed aside? That you can get no respect That people may even be laughing behind your back Does this make you question your self-worth? Well it should ... because you're worthless! Now take the case of the new-age cyco Confident, commanding respect Taking whatever he wants, from wherever it is
I've been thinking, so to speak Knees are shaking, tired and weak I've been wondering, who I am I've been wondering where I am
Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
If you have one, I'll have one too Not another, the one I took from you! Add my numbers, add it up I guess I got it ... give it up!
Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
Now you've had some time to think Why don't you look in the mirror, tell me what you see Nah not on the outside, look inside, deep inside The true ugliness Not the self-created coloured hair, piercings hanging out everywhere The stuff you try to cover up and deny So there's a reason for everything Now you let the reason out Rising up, I feel it coming, let 'em know it's time!
I'm still wondering, why I am Coughing up blood, spitting up phlegm So much anger, hostility Biting and kicking, inside of me I'm fully cyco, partly hexed Makes me wonder, who is next You need not worry, about what I am But you better worry, about where I am!
Su casa es mi casa No quieres chingar conmigo
The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...