I ride the storm
I've gotta be cool
There's something wrong with me
As I try to be everything
Never should've left my mothers womb

Step aside for the genocide I'm a lonley man who's mad
I alone could erase the world
There are precious lives at stake
Moving fast in the dark of night
I'm a hundred miles from home
Stare into my black deep eyes
and behold [bad word] past

 [bad word] 
of all the monsters made up in my mind
You better belive it
 [bad word] 
Nothing remains except the clouded memories
 [bad word] past

I'm sick, I'm drained
I try to stay cool
Like there's nothing wrong with me
When I feel I can do anything
It all just hits me right in the face
Hiding from it all
Wherever I step the ground beneath turns sour

 [bad word] 
so I guess you've seen it all before
But you better belive it
 [bad word] 
Get away before the [bad word] unfolds on you.
I am a man about to burst

Crawling, feeding off the ground
Needing, craving, lust for blood
Moaning, yelling, screamign, shouting
Feeling nothing, couldn't care less
I hate you

I roam, [bad word] 
At least I think I do, so help me now
If I ever had a chance
I would go back and change it all

Step aside for my genocide