shinedown sound of madness
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 Another lose cannon gone bipolar Slipped down, couldn t get much lower. Quicksand s got no sense of humor. I m still laughing like hell. You think that the cryin to me, Looking so sorry that I m gonna believe, You ve been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your
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