Too Weird to Live
He's created
By a technicolour dream
His mind is devastated
By some drug made of cream
His eyes are made of carbon
Ready to burst in flames
But he's wearing some shades on
So you can't see his games
Oh now he's calling to you
And as it's always
You can't face (Stop) his madness
Too weird to live
And too rare to die
He may be impulsive
And he won't hesitate to try
Made for the society to learn
Not to be like him
But the true desire burns
To be like one in the film
By a technicolour dream
His mind is devastated
By some drug made of cream
His eyes are made of carbon
Ready to burst in flames
But he's wearing some shades on
So you can't see his games
Oh now he's calling to you
And as it's always
You can't face (Stop) his madness
Too weird to live
And too rare to die
He may be impulsive
And he won't hesitate to try
Made for the society to learn
Not to be like him
But the true desire burns
To be like one in the film
Credits
Writer(s): Filip Dąbrowski
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