I still in the glum nightmare? 
Or am I mere stoned? 

Tiny bit of reason still remains in my right hand 
That power of ache will just keep me alive 

Can't touch nothing 'bout the world 
But the [bad word] almost has revealed 
Then smash out the future told 
It's time to end these miseries 
Latch off my vagus nerve 
What color is my blood...Red, black or white? 
Now I'm getting ready 
Oh, where are my frenemies? 

If I got to lose control 
Will you kill me first? 

Deep rooted anger still remains in my right hand 
That power of ache will just keep me alive 

Can't touch nothing 'bout the world 
But the [bad word] almost has revealed 
Then smash out the future told 
It's time to end these miseries 
Latch off my vagus nerve 
What color is my blood...Red, black or white? 
Now I'm getting ready 
Oh, where are my frenemies? 

Have I gone so mad? 
The pain's through my blood