Yeah, I get it, Youre an outcast. Always under attack. Always coming in last, Bringing 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 bi-polar Slipped down, couldnt get much lower. Quicksands got no sense of humor. Im still laughing like hell. You think that by crying to me Looking so sorry that Im gonna believe, Youve been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow Im still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight... Im so sick of this tombstone mentality, If theres an afterlife, Then itll set you free. But Im not gonna part the seas Youre a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Looking so sorry that Im gonna believe, Youve been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 12:23:42 +0000
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