[Intro – Spoken / Distorted] Yeah… I’ve had enough. The dead are at the door— And somehow the living are worse. Government breathing down my neck… King Sour Lemon leaving that taste in my mouth… And you wanna take what’s mine? TFX. Feel. The. Effects. [Verse 1] I’m tired of the bullshit, tired of the lies, Tired of the suits and their alibis. Tired of the rules that change overnight, Tired of being told what’s wrong and right. The world went dead, the zombies came, We fought through hell just to stay in the game. But the corpses ain't what keeps me awake— It’s the living motherfuckers trying to take what I make. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t trip my trigger— Don’t push me too far. I’ve been dragging this rage Through the wreckage of war. I ain’t asking for trouble… I’m asking for a sign. Give me one damn reason To stop protecting mine. [CHORUS] I’M GOING POSTAL! FEEL THE EFFECTS! King Sour Lemon got a knife to my neck! The dead keep coming— The living want more! You wanna take from mine? Then you better know the score! I’M GOING POSTAL! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! You keep pushing— I keep calling your bluff! Don’t trip my trigger, Don’t cross that line! TFX! YOU FEEL THE EFFECTS OF WASTING MY TIME! [Verse 2] We built our walls while the cities burned, Lost what we loved, but the lessons were learned. Season after season, we clawed our way through, The dead had teeth— But the living had you. Now everybody wants a piece of the pie, Everybody's got a reason, everybody's got a lie. “Join the establishment!” “Fall into line!” Funny how the rules always change When they come for what’s mine. [Breakdown – Slow / Crushing] YOU WANT WAR? I WANT PEACE. YOU WANT MINE? KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY PIECE. YOU WANT CONTROL? GET IN LINE. YOU WANT A REACTION? KEEP WASTING MY TIME. I’m not looking for trouble… I’M LOOKING FOR A REASON. Give me permission… TO GO POSTAL! [Verse 3] The apocalypse taught me one thing for sure— You don't need the dead to start a war. Sometimes the monster wears a human face, Smiles while it steals, then calls it “saving the place.” I’ve got my people, I’ve got my ground, I’ve got enough rage to shake this town. So before you come knocking, before you cross me, Remember who survived when the whole damn world lost me. [Chorus – Full Band] I’M GOING POSTAL! FEEL THE EFFECTS! King Sour Lemon got a knife to my neck! The dead keep coming— The living want more! You wanna take from mine? Then better know what you're asking for! I’M GOING POSTAL! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! You keep pushing— I keep calling your bluff! Don’t trip my trigger, Don’t cross that line! TFX! YOU FEEL THE EFFECTS! [Bridge – Quiet / Building] Maybe I’m crazy… Maybe I’m pissed… Maybe after everything I’m just tired of this. The dead tried to kill me. The living tried to own me. But there’s one thing left That nobody can take from me… MY CHOICE. [Final Breakdown] NO MORE! No more games! NO MORE! No more chains! NO MORE! You don't get to take! NO MORE! You don't get to break! You wanted the monster? You woke up the beast? The dead were the warning— THE LIVING ARE THE DISEASE! [Final Chorus – Epic] I’M GOING POSTAL! FEEL THE EFFECTS! You pushed too hard— Now deal with the wreck! King Sour Lemon— Still sour in my mouth! You thought we'd disappear— BUT WE’RE NOT GOING OUT! I’M GOING POSTAL! ONE LAST REQUEST! Don’t trip my trigger— DON’T PUT ME TO THE TEST! The dead couldn't break us! The living won't either! TFX! TFX! TFX! FEEL. THE. EFFECTS! [Outro – Whispered] You wanted a reason… You wanted permission… You should've left well enough alone. Going postal.
