Stranded, lost inside myselfMy own worst friend and my own closest enemyBranded, MaladjustedNever trusted anyone let alone myself I must insistOn being a pessimistI'm a loner in a catastrophic mind Elected the rejectedI perfected the science of the idiotNo meaning and no healingSelf loathing freak and introverted deviant I must insistOn being a pessimistI'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days, they're getting over the hillDeath is closing in and catching up as far as I can tellGot a plan of action and cold blood and it smells of defianceI'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die and get my inheritance Well, now I want more'Cause I'm getting boredAnd I'm going nowhere fastI was once filled with doubtbut it's all figured outThat nothing good can last Crows feet and rot are setting in and time is running outMy parent's income interest rate is gaining higher cloutI'm a snot-nosed slob without a job and I know I damn well shouldMom and Dad don't look so hot these days but my future's looking good Well, now I want more'Cause I'm getting boredAnd I'm going nowhere fastI was once filled with doubtbut it's all figured outThat nothing good can last

I'm not part of your eliteI'm just alrightClass structure, waving colorsBleeding from my throat Not subservient to you I'm just alrightDown classed by the powers that beGive me loss of hope Cast out... Buried in a holeStruck down... forcing me to fallDestroyed... giving up the fightI know I'm not alright What's my price and will you pay it if it's alright?Take it from my dignitywaste it until it's dead Throw me back into the gutter'Cause it's alrightFind another pleasure fuckerDrag them down to hell Cast out... Buried in a holeStruck down... forcing me to fallDestroyed... giving up the fightI know I'm not alright 1, 2, 3, 4 Cast out... Buried in a holeStruck down... forcing me to fallDestroyed... giving up the fightI know I'm not alright

I'm on a mission, I made my decisionTo lead a path of self-destructionA slow progression, killing my complexionAnd it's rotting out my teeth I'm on a rollNo self-controlI'm blowing off steam withMethamphetamineWell, don't know what I wantAnd that's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face Every hour, my blood is turning sourAnd my pulse is beating out of timeI found a treasure, filled with sick pleasureAnd it sits on a thick white line I'm on a rollNo self-controlI'm blowing off steam withMethamphetamineWell, don't know what I wantAnd that's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face I'm on a mission, I got no decisionLike a cripple running the rat raceWish in one hand and shit in the otherAnd see which one gets filled first I'm on a rollNo self-controlI'm blowing off steam withMethamphetamineWell, don't know what I wantAnd that's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face Geek... stink... breath!

I'm just a mutt and nowhere is my homeWhere dignity's a land mine in the school of lost hopeI've panhandled for life 'cause I'm not afraid to begHand me down your lost and founds of second hand regret You better swallow your pride or you're gonna choke on itYou better digest your values 'cause they turn to shit Honor's gonna knock you downBefore your chance to stand up and fightI know I'm not the one; I got no pride Sects of disconnection and traditions of lost faithNo culture's worth a stream of piss or a bullet in my faceTo hell with unity, separation'll kill us allTorn to shreds and disjointed before the final fall

I've got a knack for fucking everything upMy temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is highI lose control and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts and I fly off the wallI self-destruct and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation sets inI throw a tantrum and I get myself all up Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my backStuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up Killed my composure and it will never come backLoss of control and I get myself all wound up Blown out of proportion againMy temper snaps and I get myself all wound up Spontaneous combustionPanic attackI slipped a gear I get myself all wound up

What brings you around?Did you lose something the last time you were here?You'll never find it nowIt's buried deep with your identity So stand aside and let the next one passDon't let the door kick you in the ass There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86Don't even try Exit out the backAnd never show your head around againPurchase your ticket And quickly take the last train out of town So stand aside and let the next one passDon't let the door kick you in the ass There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86Don't even try There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86There's no return from 86Don't even try

Ready for a cheap escapeOn the brink of self destructionWidespread panicBroken glass inside my headBleeding down these thoughts ofAnguish... mass confusionThe world is a sick machineBreeding a mass of shitWith such a desolate conclusionFill the void with... I don't careThere's a plague inside of meEating at my dispositionNothing's leftTorn out of realityInto a state of no opinionLimp with hate I wanna jump out (4x)

Standing on the corner of Stuart and the AvenueRipping up my transfer and a photograph of youYou're a blur of my dead past and rotting existenceAs I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance Well, destiny is deadIn the hands of bad luckBefore, it might have made some senseBut now, it's all fucked up Seasons change as well as minds and I'm a two faced clownYou're mommy's little nightmare, driving daddy's car aroundI'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of foolsI may be dumb, but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you Well, destiny is deadIn the hands of bad luckBefore, it might have made some senseBut now, it's all fucked up Well, destiny is deadIn the hands of bad luckBefore, it might have made some senseBut now, it's all fucked up You're all fucked upWe're all fucked up

I'm having trouble trying to sleepI'm counting sheep but running outAs time ticks byAnd still I tryNo rest for crosstops in my mindOn my own, here we go My eyes feel like they're going to bleedDried up and bulging out my skullMy mouth is dryMy face is numbFucked up and spun out in my roomOn my own, here we go My mind is set on overdriveThe clock is laughing in my faceA crooked spineMy senses dulledPassed the point of deliriumOn my own, here we go My eyes feel like they're going to bleedDried up and bulging out my skullMy mouth is dryMy face is numbFucked up and spun out in my roomOn my own, here we go