Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man Have a look in my eyes Underneath my skin there is violence Got a gun in its hand Ready to make sense of Anyone anything
Black holes living in the side of your face Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
Personal responsibility
Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man Without the blood on his hands Come and make me a martyr Come and break my feeling With your violence with the gun to my head Ready to take out anyone anywhere
Black holes living in the side of your face Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don′t stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that′ll never quench Eight and nine for the thirsty fly And ten for the one who drinks ′til I die
I must recieve and i′ll believe Come on trust in me With all my greed give to those in need Come on lust with me I will be t rue but shall deceive Come on lie with me My little pill my guilty thrill Come on die with me
Sin sex sodomy Time to end this parody Terror torture tyranny The carcass of democracy Power pills poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets bombs & bigotry Brace yourself for world war three
This testament to the truest torture Beg for release from the lie that I bought you You started high your endings nigh Get it hard for the lord of lard I′m a vacuous and a callous whore Bend right over and beg for more A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose Don′t complicate yourself with the truth
I′m designing i′m the master Keep on waiting as I die of laughter Get on down covered in fleas I screw best in twos and threes The teasing pleasing little thrill The twisted knife that begs to kill Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking It all makes sense when your fists are thinking
Hello me... Meet the real me And my misfits way of life A dark black past is my Most valued possession Hindsight is always 20-20, But looking back it′s still a bit fuzzy Speak of mutually assured destruction? Nice story... Tell it to Reader′s Digest!
Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety′s attacking me, and My air is getting thin I′m in trouble for the things I haven′t got to yet I′m chomping at the bit, and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Hello me... It′s me again You can subdue, but never tame me It gives me a migraine headache Thinking down to your level Yea, just keep on thinking it′s my fault And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance Mankind has got to know His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don′t know where I′ve been I′m in trouble for the things I haven′t got to yet I′m sharpening the axe and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me... it′s nice talking to myself A credit to dementia Some day you too will know my pain And smile its blacktooth grin If the war inside my head Won′t take a day off I′ll be dead My icy fingers claw your back Here I come again
Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety′s attacking me And my air is getting thin Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don′t know where I′ve been Once you committed me Now you′ve acquitted me Claiming validity For your stupidity I′m chomping at the bit I′m sharpening the axe Here I come again, whoa! Sweating bullets
Walking around I hear the sounds Of the earth seeking relief I′m trying to find a reason to live But the mindless clutter my path Oh these thorns in my side Oh these thorns in my side I know I have something free I have something so alive I think that she′s the one I think... she′s the one I think they shoot cause they want it!
I feel forces all around me Come on raise your head Those who hide behind the shadows Live with all that′s dead
Look at me, At least look at me when you shoot a bullet Through my head Through my head Through my head
In my lifetime when I′m disgraced By jealousy and lies I laugh aloud, cause my life Has gotten inside someone else′s mind
Look at me, At least look at me when you shoot a bullet Through my head Through my head Through my head
Hey all I want is what′s real Something to touch and can feel I′ll hold it close and never let it go Said why, With all this hate inside I′ll give it away, cause I don′t want it no more Please help me find a place Somewhere far away, yes I′ll go and you′ll never see me again