Unconverted Lyrics

There's a war waging for the rule over me
Inside my skull they scratch and they bite
Which could the lesser evil be -
The disease or the parasite?

The tyrant I know and the alien fruit
Somewhere in the chaos is the memory of I
Like a childhood friend that learned how to lie about each misdemeanor

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
We are all more or less immoral and discontented

Actions fueled by feelings unchecked
Logic watching in contempt from the side
At the wreckage

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
We are all more or less immoral and discontented
We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
We are all more or less unconvinced and unconverted

I'm tight-rope walking on a dubious line
Trusting emotions that might not be mine
Learning my way around a room without lights or walls
That keeps on changing

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
We are all more or less immoral and discontented
We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
We are all more or less unconvinced and unconverted...