[singer A] In the mind of a madman There is no wrong or right Just the memory of fear And the blood for the fight It courses through his veins Like a toxin or a venom Creating the chaos that once Had lurked deep within him Nobody understands anymore They can never see why he's torn He doesn't cry just for kicks He just mourns the day he's born Wake up from the hell That you have been dealt It's time you realized Just what the hell you felt [transition] [singer B] You built a shrine out of the stones they threw, Swore you'd never end up fractured just like you-know-who... Passed down the sickness like a heavy coat, Now the legacy is choking in the back of my throat. You call it madness, I call it muscle memory! Living out a script written decades ahead of me! We’re just ghosts in the machinery, running on fumes, Bleeding out the silence in these empty-ass rooms! Did you ever look at the wreckage and wonder why We had to learn how to bleed before we learned how to fly?! If the grave on the hill has got my name on the stone, Then at least for the first time... I’m dying my own! [transition] [singer A] There is no fear in life That can't be overcome Hatred dwelling deep inside For what you have become Can you feel the pain at last Does it flow through your soul Can you tell me who I am Because I don't think I know This hell is a dancing fate And now I can see the stage An empty grave upon the hill Born from one young man's rage Wake up from the hell That you have been dealt It's time you realized Just what the hell you felt There is no fear in life That can't be overcome Hatred dwelling deep inside For what you have become
