Underneath the surface he's bound to be back for more   Keep your eye on the trigger man   His hands are shaky, trying to find the score   Well, I see you have another friend   to drag down the hall   Watch him bleed on this freakshow Monday   Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul      [Chorus:]   And there it goes he's so close to a remedy   A painful host of his time   And he'll never show to the world   how his life's supposed to be   Drenched by the dark in his mind      Now there's nothing but silence surrounding him   Providing the contents of his unique   Misanthropical friend. Well (won't you tell)   If there's ever gonna be a state for your well-hidden art   Watch him breed on this freakshow Monday   Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul      He believes in silence   He believes that this is the end   He can't hear the sirens cause   silence is the greatest sleep of them all.