It´s like I dressed up in my mama´s clothing.
It´s like I´m talking to a voice that doesn´t exist.

It´s like I got a wire crossed upstairs.
But all I want is just a little truth and that´s it.

They say I´m mental but I´m just confused.
They say I´m mental but I´ve been abused.
They say I´m mental ´cause I´m not amused by it all.

Another anchorman is on the TV.
He´s got that far-away and vacant look in his eyes.

I turn the channel but nothing is changing.
The only truth is that everything is a lie.

They say I´m mental but I´m just confused.
They say I´m mental but I´ve been abused.
They say I´m mental ´cause I´m not amused by it all.

There´s truth in everything, there´s truth in lies.
With all this knowledge, well, I think I´m gonna be wise.

They say I´m mental but I´m just confused.
They say I´m mental but I´ve been abused.
They say I´m mental ´cause I´m not amused by it all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.