Underneath the surface he's bound to be back for more
   Keep your eye on the trigger man
   His hands are shaky, trying to find the score
   Well, I see you have another friend
   to drag down the hall
   Watch him bleed on this freakshow Monday
   Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul
  
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   And there it goes he's so close to a remedy
   A painful host of his time
   And he'll never show to the world
   how his life's supposed to be
   Drenched by the dark in his mind
  
   Now there's nothing but silence surrounding him
   Providing the contents of his unique
   Misanthropical friend. Well (won't you tell)
   If there's ever gonna be a state for your well-hidden art
   Watch him breed on this freakshow Monday
   Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul
  
   He believes in silence
   He believes that this is the end
   He can't hear the sirens cause
   silence is the greatest sleep of them all.