I was on my way home down the streets High as hell from smoking all this weed Walking in a cold, feeling the rain Didn't think of any thoughts cuz they'd bring back the pain I didn't vent anyone, I thought it was lame But after all these years, I noticed I was insane Enjoyed the feeling of blades and flames And I'd walk on broken glass just to feel it again I've always been an outcast, didn't need no one Then I was trapped in a rut, shook and stunned I pulled myself out and I didn't run When the devil tried to take my soul, I pulled out a gun Fuck this shit, its judgment day Gonna pull the trigger, gonna spray my pain Let the sound of bullets put me to sleep I'd rather be knocked than stuck awake to weep