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 all 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
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


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