Enter I, disturbing peace of mind
Pressure reflects me.
Manipulate, and break the feeling of faith.
Weak fools obsess me.
Glare inside, shines my mind
It's quite distorted, it's so cruel.
Afflicted traits, extending outward my hate
Sharp words detest you.
I am the thorn in the side
Pressure that's never denied
Call me, call me, call me mad
My look is often a grin
Cold as its sin
Call me, call me, call me mad
We evil kind, we evil subject your pride
Intent oppression
An open sore, into it salt we will pour
Verbal aggression!
Conscience collapsed, feelings for you waxed
But my mental affliction.
I carry pride, I hold it high at my side
Cause your submission
I am the thorn in the side
Pressure that never denied
Call me, call me, call me mad
My look is often a grin
Cold as its sin
Call me, call me, call me mad
At times I'd love to feel the break of your spine
Your pain, my hand, my God
That would do me just fine
But intelligence tells me constrain
Don't do that
Use your wit, make 'em pay, verbal attack
Your cowardice
Your whimpering makes me sick
In your face, your ugliness, on it I could spit
Divine reprisal, I'm getting under your skin
Contemptuous me, I will always win
Cold hate
Feel the pain to which I relate, my
Harsh hell
Satisfies, sanctifies me as well
