Volume 4

I spend time, searching my mind, walking blindly

I'm a live but

I don't know why my thoughts threat me

Paranoia, fear and guilt,

I hope I don't explode

I'm a bomb that ya can't diffuse,a gun that ya can't unload..

I don't listen,

I don't know, man:

I don't care!

You're talking 'bout all the hell you've seen...

Man: I live there!

Talk to me and it goes right through

I never heard a word you said..

Save your breath 'coz it's no use:

You're talking to the living dead!

Ooh..bullet driven eyes...yeah, what can you tell me?

Ooh..I'm living in a nightmare, yeah!

I'm on the edge, shrinking back from the ledge

Looking out my window, down upon my heritage

Strip malls, thin walls, people paralyzed beneath the sun

Why me, why now?

I see the dirty millions and

I try to survive somehow...

Got no reasons, got no needs

I hear gunshots,

I hear screams

What can you do to me, what can you say?

I used to be alive but

I threw it all away

I used to have problems,

I used to live a lie

I've seen the sidewalk bleed

And I watched the mother cry

I used to have a mind,

I used to wonder why

But now I go from day to day and wait around to die......like he did (4x)