A cold cold fate awaits   For those who prey and hate   And I'm not gonna try and let 'em win   Cause they're runnin' out in packs   And they're scavingin' like rats   They're saying don't fight it none, but feel bad for your sins      And it makes me   So crazy   I'm a priest in rockstar clothes with ninja skin   But maybe   Just maybe   I can make those bastards feel my pain within      I sorta just like class   And folks who like to laugh   But all I see anymore is greed and fear   You're runnin' out of time   And I'm runnin' out of rhymes   Somebody's gotta show these folks a mirror      And it makes me   So crazy   I'm a priest in rockstar clothes with ninja skin   But maybe   Just maybe   I can make those bastards feel my pain within      And I don't wanna hear another fuckin' sound from the mouths of all you people living underground abandoning all peace and tranquility like lemmings and their kings drowning in deadly seas a big ass wave is coming around from the hearts of all these people that you've trampled down you obliterated all of us into the ground all these gods and all these masters will fear the sound of when      It makes me   So crazy   I'd burn down my own house and move to Guam   And maybe    Just maybe   I'd find a way to build subatomic bombs