Insane

Insane - Obituary
Why don't you decide?
You're sentenced left to die.
With soul's deceptions hole.
And narrow-minded malt.
Introubled through deceptive times.
the mystic dreams have brought my mind to.
Insane
Insane
Insane
Insane
With soul's incert decent.
The corpse is still alive.
Evade by your driving sense.
Revolved by the noise.
Forever HIp Hip Hurray.
Insane
Insane
With soul's incert decent.
The corpse is still alive.
Evade by your driving sense.
Revolved by the noise.
Forever HIp Hip Hurray.
Insane
Insane