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 a*s 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 by crying 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 by crying 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? When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself? When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?