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 the coming past



The coming.

of all the monsters made up in my mind

You better belive it

The coming.

Nothing remains except the clouded memories

The coming 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



The coming.

so I guess you've seen it all before

But you better belive it

The coming.

Get away before the truth 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, I rule

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