"If I know I'm going crazy, then I must not be insane"...
That was once spit, years ago, by a man named Dave Mustaine.
And I relate to that shit, can't recall how many times I've freaked.
But had ta hold in, the violence within, and not allow it to peak.

Having hate in my heart, but no place to put it, leaves me in a quandary...
Makes me rage but my brain's in a cage cuz there's family doing laundry.
No place for that shit in domesticity, not when money's needed ta pay electricity.
No room for eccentricity cuz family life is suppossed to be simply simplicity.

Gotta aspire ta bottle up desires ta set fires and flatten tires...
Ceasefire, clip the barbwire, I require wrong choices to expire.

Avoid gettin higher than I already am. Work till I retire? What a fuckin sham!
You go to church and hear the choir! I'm a stay live wire and fuckin high flyer!

See, it's a constant battle deep in my conscience...
Got me runnin in circles only faster like sprints.
Do the right thing when my heart cries for the wrong...
Put family under wing, but can I keep em there long?

None of ya'll know...
Cuz the net don't show.
There's something inside of me...
A bomb waiting to blow.
Seen the inside, ain't scared of their cells...
But don't want a trip back to that place called hell.
Gotta maintain even though the ghouls beg me not to...
Gotta act the daywalker even though I'm more like Nosferatu.

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