Straitjacket
If you hear me breaking out, better lock the doors
If you think I'm crazy now, should have seen me before
Not the real me, the one that you take me for
'Cause blood is what I came here for
I think they're confused, they just don't understand
Assuming I'm crazy, that I'm a loose cannon
Accuse me of being insane, like damn
I do my best to relate, but this is just who I am
I'm a man with a knack for attack, think fast
Get me mad, and there's no going back
Here's a blast from the past, if I'm a time bomb
Let's take it back to the half of the glass that I'm on
How's it feel to be the clown, instead of the one laughing?
You can see what I'm about, I'll be back in an hour
Oh whoops, had to find my own escape, so do you
So you'd better do the same or you'll float too!
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back, yeah
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back...
I'm a freak, a creep, and everything in between
I'm not mean, but I've never been forgiving, you see?
You know, I hate to admit that we're not so different
But you wouldn't get it, since you never bothered to listen
Because you see what you wanna believe
And if all you wanna see is a fiend, that's what I'll be
So sinister, slithering, see the venom dripping from my teeth?
I'm resentful, I never forget
So if you think of dissing, beg to differ, better plead the fifth
I'm the king of sick twisted pricks and misfits
A mystic predicting you won't be missed
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back...
Count the knives in my spine, red balloons keep going by
Ninety nine ways to die, gonna raise some dead tonight
Come and play, don't be late
Raise the demons from the grave
Let them graze, seize the day
Let them suck your soul straight from your face
We march for the dead and broken
Dark hearts, the damned have spoken
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back, yeah
I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
If you think I'm crazy now, should have seen me before
Not the real me, the one that you take me for
'Cause blood is what I came here for
I think they're confused, they just don't understand
Assuming I'm crazy, that I'm a loose cannon
Accuse me of being insane, like damn
I do my best to relate, but this is just who I am
I'm a man with a knack for attack, think fast
Get me mad, and there's no going back
Here's a blast from the past, if I'm a time bomb
Let's take it back to the half of the glass that I'm on
How's it feel to be the clown, instead of the one laughing?
You can see what I'm about, I'll be back in an hour
Oh whoops, had to find my own escape, so do you
So you'd better do the same or you'll float too!
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back, yeah
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back...
I'm a freak, a creep, and everything in between
I'm not mean, but I've never been forgiving, you see?
You know, I hate to admit that we're not so different
But you wouldn't get it, since you never bothered to listen
Because you see what you wanna believe
And if all you wanna see is a fiend, that's what I'll be
So sinister, slithering, see the venom dripping from my teeth?
I'm resentful, I never forget
So if you think of dissing, beg to differ, better plead the fifth
I'm the king of sick twisted pricks and misfits
A mystic predicting you won't be missed
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back...
Count the knives in my spine, red balloons keep going by
Ninety nine ways to die, gonna raise some dead tonight
Come and play, don't be late
Raise the demons from the grave
Let them graze, seize the day
Let them suck your soul straight from your face
We march for the dead and broken
Dark hearts, the damned have spoken
Dress me up in my favorite straitjacket
You'd better put me away, because I'm going insane
And if I come up from the grave, only pain awaits
And if you kill me, pad the walls of my casket
Or I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back, yeah
I'll be back in my favorite straitjacket
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Writer(s): Brandon Ingram
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