Besedila: Exies. Head for the Door. Normal.

Can you take me as I am?
Oh and the sting of my sweat against your mouth
You judge me till there's nothing left
You and your opinions wear me out

You don't know me, I'm immune, I am free
Not a slave to your beliefs
I'm immune, out of reach
You're alone, stuck with your disease

You hate the things that I say
And who I seem to be
But you don't look so normal to me

Serve your daily rituals
Then make up the rules to suit yourself
I'll never be what you are
So why don't I just start to hate myself

You don't know me, I'm immune, I am free
Not a slave to your beliefs
I'm immune, out of reach
You're alone, stuck with your disease

You hate the things that I say
And who I seem to be
But you don't look so normal to me

Can you take me as I am?
And the sting of my sweat against your mouth
You judge me till there's nothing left
While you and your opinions wear me out

You don't know me, I'm immune, I am free
Not a slave to your beliefs
I'm immune, out of reach
You're alone, stuck with your disease

You hate the things that I say
And who I seem to be
But you don't look so normal

I'm immune, I am free
Not a slave to your beliefs
I'm immune, out of reach
You're alone, stuck with your disease

You hate the things that I say
And who I seem to be
But you don't look so normal to me
But you don't look so normal to me
You don't look so normal to me, to me, to me