A mental mushroom cloud has left his psyche stained
But he turned it inside out and wore brand new skin
A skin of armor
A psychotic shield
Now he's a new machine
Now he's made of steel
His motor is running on revenge
His blood is running cold
Don't look into his eyes
They're inhuman
Eternal scars
His madness is the fuel burning death
His path is littered with the bodies of the insolent
Once he was human, but now revenge consumes him
And his poisoned heart
Sticks and stones will break your bones
But words can make you go insane
The seed is grown
We must atone
Now WE are the ones who feel the pain
Now WE are the ones that wear the scars
Now WE are the ones with poisoned hearts
A mental mushroom cloud