| Dead guy in a can
|
| I’ve past the point of no return
|
| I’ll take a lap around the moon
|
| And orbit back to her
|
| I had everything
|
| I built the missiles that kept you safe
|
| I’ll take my problems elsewhere and be on my way
|
| Feel my wrath and clear a path, you motherfucker
|
| Clear a path, I’m going home
|
| I have become so cold, so numb
|
| Load up my gun
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| Nightmares come to life
|
| Your past is back to haunt you
|
| I can’t feel anything at all
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| The drive-by shooters
|
| The restraining order, the neo-nazi
|
| The worst traffic jam on Earth
|
| And the cops could never stop me
|
| Am I the antihero?
|
| Turned a super villain
|
| A violent crime statistic
|
| One amongst the millions
|
| Pull the prices back to 1965
|
| I’m falling down and by the wayside
|
| How did I become the bad guy?
|
| I did everything they told me to
|
| Kill me or I will kill you
|
| I have become so cold, so numb
|
| Load up my gun
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| I have become so cold, so numb
|
| Load up my gun
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| I’m out for blood
|
| I’m out |