Sound Of Madness

Yeah, I get it

You're 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, couldn't get much lower

Quicksand's got no sense of humor

I'm still laughing like hell

You think that the cryin to me

Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe

You've been infected 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

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 cryin to me

Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe

You've been infected 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

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

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

When you gonna wake up and

Fight, for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and

Fight, for yourself?