my chemical imbalance歌詞

When is common sense too much to ask?
And then when did consequences get left in the past
Is it just bad habits or a typical script
Is it all big plans then a swing and a miss
Can say my influence becomes my design
Or is science and cigarettes my compromise
I don't know but I'm blaming everyone else
Just as long as I never put the blame on myself
Cause i know, I've waisted way too many times
Living way to make lies
How can this be my fault, I'm always right
There's a devil in my DNA
Programmed parts from all the start
Or is there no one left to blame?
For my tangled upgears and my turnstile jobs
Fact is I'm just a living sum of all my parts
When do instructions come with a catch?
And when is self-destruction just proven as a fact?
Is it blins faith or the fa