Lyrics The 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,
But 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 laughing like hell.
You think that the crying to me
Looking so sorry that i'm gonna believe
You've been afflicted 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 the crying to me
Looking so sorry that i'm gonna believe
You've been afflicted 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?
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?