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 affected 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 affected 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 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?) But when you gonna wake up and fight For yourself?