Yeah I get it you're an outcast   Always under attack   Always coming in last   Bringing up the past    No one owes you anything   I think you need a shotgun blast   A kick in the ass   So paranoid   Watch your back!      Oh my here we go   Another loose cannon gone bi-polar   Slipped down couldn't get much lower   Quicksand's got no sense of humor   I'm still laughing like hell      You think that by crying for me   Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe   You've been affected by a social disease   Well then take your medicine      [Chorus]   I created the sound of madness   Wrote the book on pain   Somehow I'm still here to explain   That the darkest hour never comes in the night   You can sleep with a gun    But when you gonna wake up and fight   For yourself      I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality   If theres 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   Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe   You've been affected by a social disease   Well then take your medicine       [Chorus x3]      When you gonna wake up and fight   For yourself      When you gonna wake up and fight    For yourself      When you gonna wake up and fight   For yourself