Yeah, I get it, you′re an outcast

Always under attack

Always comin' in lastBringin′ up the past

No one owes you anything

I think you need a shotgun blast

A kick in the ass

So paranoid

Watch your back!

Oh my, here we go

Another loose cannon gone bipolar

Slipped down, couldn't get much lower

Quicksand's got no sense of humor

I′m still laughin′ like hell

You think that by cryin' to me

Lookin′ so sorry, that I'm gonna believe

You′ve been affected by a social disease?

Well then, take your medicine

I created the sound of madness

Wrote the book on pain

Somehow, I'm still here to explain

That the darkest hour never comes in the night

You can sleep with a gun

But when you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself?

I′m so sick of this tombstone mentality

If there's an afterlife, then it'll set you free

But I′m not gonna part the seas

You′re a self-fulfilling prophecy

You think that by cryin' to me

Lookin′ so sorry, that I'm gonna believe

You′ve been affected by a social disease?

Well then, take your medicine

I created the sound of madness

Wrote the book on pain

Somehow, I'm still here to explain

That the darkest hour never comes in the night

You can sleep with a gun

But when you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself?

I created the sound of madness

Wrote the book on pain

Somehow, I′m still here to explain

That the darkest hour never comes in the night

You can sleep with a gun

But when you gonna wake up?

When you gonna wake up and fight?

I created the sound of madness

Wrote the book on pain

Somehow, I'm still here to explain

That the darkest hour never comes in the night

You can sleep with a gun

But when you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself?

But when you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself?)

But when you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself?)

But when you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself?