Sound Of Madness
Go and cry your alligators tears, to someone who wants to hear them
When being a victim is your vice, you constantly live in fear and
Misery drawing others into your profane company
Outkast for differences, well you made the mistake of lumping me
In with a group of people who actually gave two shits
Without attention you sit there looking like a person who craves two hits
Of the joint or the steady flow of the needle to satisfy addiction
In reality you don’t understand the meaning of the word affiliction
With divine diction, I forced into being the Sound of Madness
Striking cords of intrinsic and irreparable sadness
I wrote the book on pain, chronicled dark demises
My very existence is the meaning of the phrase “ The Dark Knight Rises”
The world is not after you, and you are not the subject of persecution
Yet to hear the words that escape your throat you are the subject of abuse and
Eighteen kinds of torture and psychological illnesses
But you don’t understand mortal danger and real lessons
This world will give you a hard realization if you think that you can skate by
The afterlife will be your only solace, if you don’t awake thy
Spirit from this tombstone mentality tramping your mind
Then again this piece is giving you ammo for your lines
Designed to destroy lives for your entertainment
When the real victims are yours and you blame them
For your troubles and your spiralling grandness
Playing a pathetic version of “The Sound of Madness"
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