Текст: No Fun At All. Pleasure is to Be Insane.

I'm getting sick and tired of running 'round getting nowhere
I beat my head against the wall
The situation now is getting tense so uncertain
It's time to realize my goal

But I can get away and I can get away
And hope that it will last I can get away and
I can get away or I can stay a while
But it happens, yeah, it happens

And it happened, yeah, it's happening to me
And I greet insanity
But pleasure is to be insane, pleasure is to be insane
Never sound never rational

And I'm spinning around and around
Then I can see my own reality

I'm getting sick and tired of wasting time being social
I need diversion for a while
It's time to understand that sanity is overrated
I can forget it with a smile