I ride the storm I've gotta be cool There's something wrong with me As I try to be everything Never should've left my mothers womb
Step aside for the genocide I'm a lonley man who's mad I alone could erase the world There are precious lives at stake Moving fast in the dark of night I'm a hundred miles from home Stare into my black deep eyes and behold the coming past
The coming. of all the monsters made up in my mind You better belive it The coming. Nothing remains except the clouded memories The coming past
I'm sick, I'm drained I try to stay cool Like there's nothing wrong with me When I feel I can do anything It all just hits me right in the face Hiding from it all Wherever I step the ground beneath turns sour
The coming. so I guess you've seen it all before But you better belive it The coming. Get away before the truth unfolds on you. I am a man about to burst
Crawling, feeding off the ground Needing, craving, lust for blood Moaning, yelling, screamign, shouting Feeling nothing, couldn't care less I hate you
I roam, I rule At least I think I do, so help me now If I ever had a chance I would go back and change it all
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