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.

[Chorus]

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.

[Chorus]
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]