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]