Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes toi anything
I think toi need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass
So paranoid, watch your back
Oh my, here we go
Another lose canon, 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 par crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected par 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 heure never...
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