Can I Have Your Autograph?

We see you, even when the smoke's thick

My head's spinning, it's enough to make the dead sick

Signatures of a psychopath

Backstage, asking where Disturbed's at?

Can I have your autograph?

It's just a name on a bomb

I want your heart in my palm

Stupified fuck

Brains like a lobotomy

You drew the line in the sand

Now you're dead where you stand

On the wrong side of history

We got a maniac, maniac

You got lot to say when you don't feel threatened

Maniac, maniac

Gonna get a little taste of your own fucking medicine

Maniac, maniac

You wanna play with fire, can you handle that weapon?

Maniac, maniac

There's a world on the frontline that'll teach you a lesson

Preach propaganda

Postured up

Assassins on the take

Bankroll that bloodshed

Load in slugs, claiming peace is a breath away

It's not, you forgot

They got you rocking with agendas

This a spiritual surrender

Centuries of colonizers on the attack

Here we go again

We got a mother fucking maniac, maniac

You got lot to say when you don't feel threatened

Maniac, maniac

Gonna get a little taste of your own fucking medicine

Maniac, maniac

You wanna play with fire, can you handle that weapon?

Maniac, maniac

Theres a world on the frontline that'll teach you a lesson

Let's have a moment of silence

For every innocent life torn apart by violence

Karma's comin', make your peace with that

You put your name on that bomb

I put a target on your fucking back

I put a target on your fucking back

You got that karma comin'

You got that karma comin'

I put a target on your fucking back

You got that karma comin'

You got that karma comin'

So make your peace with that

We got a mother fucking maniac, maniac

You got lot to say when you don't feel threatened

Maniac, maniac

Gonna get a little taste of your own fucking medicine

Maniac, maniac

You wanna play with fire, can you handle that weapon?

Maniac, maniac

There's a world on the frontline that'll teach you a lesson