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One, two, three, four I can't go to work today 'Cause I've forgotten how to human (Ah) I've chosen not to make revenge art anymore I'm cured of schizofriendia I'd love to be the anxiety-free Happiness man, man, that's not me Why does everything seem fake? Why does it all seem so unreal? Dissociative Disorder has got me Driving my baby's guitar insane If everything's fake I wanna be fake It's so lonely being the only one who thinks they're real One, two, three, four Now it's my greatest joy Making something David Rock 'n' Roll He's definitely not some random singer Or a slave of Mr. Duck Rosier than Antonius Block Realizing, "God, what a waste" Songtexte Why does everything seem fake? Why does it all seem so unreal? Dissociative Disorder has got me Driving my baby's guitar insane If everything's fake I wanna be fake It's so lonely being the only one who thinks they're real One, two, three, four Why does everything seem fake? Why does it all seem so unreal? Dissociative Disorder has got me Driving my baby's guitar insane Why does everyone seem fake? Why does it all seem so unreal? Dissociative Disorder has got me Driving my baby's guitar insane If everything's fake I wanna be fake It's so lonely being the only one who's sort of real One, two, three, four Aus Songtexte Mania