They call me useless, careless,
Nobody ought to miss
With the thing they don't understand
They call me hopeless, heartless,
There's no way out of this
When it's so far out of your hand
I confess there's a hole in my chest
From the things that I did
And the gun in my hand
I won't rest till it's all done and said
And I get what I give

I'm a pain dealer
I'm a faith healer
I'm a soul stealer
And [bad word] for you
I'm a dream breaker
I'm a [bad word] maker
I'm a cold-blooded killer
And [bad word] for you

And there's nothing you can do
 [bad word] for you

They call me freedom, fallen
Don't you hear me calling?
I'm the voice in the back of your head
With the wisper out there, over your shoulder
Don't you wish you never let me in?
I confess that the devil's my kin
I'm a brother to sin
since I don't know when
I won't rest till it's all done and set
And I get what I give

I'm a pain DEALER
I'm a faith healer
I'm a soul stealer
And [bad word] for you
I'm a dream breaker
I'm a [bad word] maker
I'm a cold-blooded killer
And [bad word] for you

And there's nothing you can do
 [bad word] for you

I'm a pain dealer
I'm a faith healer
I'm a soul stealer
And [bad word] for you
I'm a dream breaker
I'm a [bad word] maker
I'm a cold-blooded killer
And [bad word] for you

And there's nothing you can do
 [bad word] for you