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 lose 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 for yourself? 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 by crying to me Looking so sorry that Im gonna believe Youve been infected by a social disease Well, then take your medicine Shinedown - Sound Of Madness
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 16:05:38 +0000
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