Theres a feeling inside me, that I cant explain I take, I stake no claims in it, I cant be blamed It must be, genetics, trust me, I meant no pain If I live to see the day Im arraigned, Ill be tried as insane They hunt me, with the fever of some kind of junkie Hellbent on justice, I must be busted, but its just me Mom? dad? are your memories, as full of rust As much, as this family photo album is covered in dust? There must be something deeper, Ive broken everybodys trust Which breaks my heart, now they want to take it apart, they crave guts To them its just the other way around, but theyre all walking zombies Theres a monster among us, but I promise its not me They stalk me, why do they haunt me? Im just a product of society, but I am not a copy A frankenstien, they try, to stop, me but they started it My heart of a lion, and my mind of an escape artist They may fit snug in different suits, but Im stuck in these shoes Glued to the soul, with strings that never loosen, just tighten like nooses I dont think theyre just hunting for, theyre gunning for truth, is If youre gonna stand there waving your gun around mother fucker shoot it What else am I to do but welcome the future? I hear guns cock, for trying to wake everyone up, an unwelcome rooster Will we ever cut from the lies? Or are we not sharp enough, butter knives Am I the only one that can see these lovely colors at night?
frankenstien, must, arraigned, theyre, unwelcome