172 - Sound of Madness

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I get it you're an outcast; always under attack, always coming in last and bringing up the past. No one owes you anything. I think you need a shotgun blast and a kick in the ass. You're so paranoid! Watch your back. Oh my! Here we go! Another loose cannon's gone bipolar. He slipped down but couldn't get much lower. Quicksand's got no sense of humor, but I'm still laughing like hell. You think that, by crying to me and looking so sorry, that I'm gonna believe you've been infected by a social disease? Then take your medicine! I created The Sound of Madness™. I wrote the book on pain, but somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun, but when are 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, by crying to me and looking so sorry, that I'm gonna believe you've been infected by a social disease? Then take your medicine! I created The Sound Of Madness™. I wrote the book on pain, but somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun, but when are you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
     I created The Sound Of Madness™. I wrote the book on pain, but somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun, but when are you gonna wake up and fight? I created The Sound Of Madness™. I wrote the book on pain, but somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun, but when are you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

When are you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?!








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