Sound of Madness

Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast

Always under attack

Always comin' in last

Bringin' 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 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

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 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

But when you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself

Well, 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

When you gonna wake up and fight

For yourself