Are you going mad Hamlet?

You torture every fibre of your soul for what?
A blow-job a hand-job a bead of snot
This world is filled with things corrupt
You know it's poisoned in its guts

Weak is the flesh weak is the soul
You must succumb and play a role
Nothing is pure nothing is clean
This world it is dirty and obscene

You going mad Hamlet
You cannot escape from the blame
Each one of us a whore, a whore is a name

Are you going mad Hamlet?
A whore wanna kill
Insanity is eating you do our guts want to spill
We live this way because there is no other way to live
For we are weak and greedy beings us you must forgive

You're going mad Hamlet
Are you too mad Hamlet to see each of us is flawed
Each of us is a whore
But Hamlet will not ask forgive
Human frailty, live let live
His love for father does consume
All hope for peace, for peace it is doomed
For Hamlet the disease is hate
No hope for peace just heartbreak

You're going mad Hamlet
From all around he feels betrayed
His heart and soul, cut and flayed

You going mad Hamlet?