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? [ x3 ]
Compositor: Brent SmithPublicado em 2008 e lançado em 2011 (26/Mai)ECAD verificado fonograma #10068079 em 22/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM