Underneath the surface he's bound to be back for more

Keep your eye on the trigger man

His hands are shaky, trying to find the score

Well, I see you have another friend

to drag down the hall

Watch him bleed on this freakshow Monday

Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul



[Chorus:]

And there it goes he's so close to a remedy

A painful host of his time

And he'll never show to the world

how his life's supposed to be

Drenched by the dark in his mind



Now there's nothing but silence surrounding him

Providing the contents of his unique

Misanthropical friend. Well (won't you tell)

If there's ever gonna be a state for your well-hidden art

Watch him breed on this freakshow Monday

Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul



He believes in silence

He believes that this is the end

He can't hear the sirens cause

silence is the greatest sleep of them all.