Sound of Madness

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?
 
 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?
 
 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?
 
 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?