you are haunted by the turmoil of your lives walking circles crossing lines and it is tearing up your souls of this fury jumping hurdles just to abide you are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions nobody can hear you nobody can hear you this is psychosis this is psychosis this is a jigsaw blown apart you are the ghosts of utopia you re the conquered skulls the divided hearts you are the ghosts of utopia you re the miracle of america every time you learn you don t regret all your hurting all your debts cause the wife and kids won t help you to forget the emergency of your secrets and your trash you are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions nobody can hear you nobody can hear you this is psychosis this is psychosis this is a jigsaw blown apart you are the ghosts of utopia you re the conquered skulls the divided hearts you are the ghosts of utopia you re the miracle of america you are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions nobody can hear you nobody can hear you this is psychosis this is psychosis this is psychosis this is psychosis this is psychosis this is psychosis