When the [bad word] 
I like to think that I'm the one
To decide when to swallow all my pride
What my think tank does
Is makes an attempt to rid the fuzz
That's accumulated from all the freak of nature's fumes

It's so cold
And It's so [bad word] 
When the clock starts ticking
And you're feelin' it slip away

It's so cold
And It's so [bad word] 
When the clock starts ticking
And you're feelin' it slip away

Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me

I may invade the space
Of those who just can't keep the pace
So they gotta make room for each and every seed to bloom
Is it much to soon
To assume that I've [bad word] immune
To the world, all of it's infected dreams

It's so cold
And It's so [bad word] 
When the clock starts ticking
And you're feelin' it slip away

It's so cold
And It's so [bad word] 
When the clock starts ticking
And you're feelin' it slip away

Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me

Now, At this point I just don't see no need to continue

(Screams/Shouts) [bad word] #33;

Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me
Down
You can't help but bring me