Volume 4

I spend time, searching my mind, walking blindly I'm a live but I don't know why my thoughts threat me Paranoia, fear and guilt, I hope I don't explode I'm a bomb that ya can't diffuse, a gun that ya can't unload.. I don't listen, I don't know, man: I don't care! You're talking 'bout all the hell you've seen... Man: I live there! Talk to me and it goes right through I never heard a word you said.. Save your breath 'coz it's no use: You're talking to the living dead! Ooh..bullet driven eyes...yeah, what can you tell me? Ooh..I'm living in a nightmare, yeah! I'm on the edge, shrinking back from the ledge Looking out my window, down upon my heritage Strip malls, thin walls, people paralyzed beneath the sun Why me, why now? I see the dirty millions and I try to survive somehow... Got no reasons, got no needs I hear gunshots, I hear screams What can you do to me, what can you say? I used to be alive but I threw it all away I used to have problems, I used to live a lie I've seen the sidewalk bleed And I watched the mother cry I used to have a mind, I used to wonder why But now I go from day to day and wait around to die... ...like he did (4x)