The best medicines always taste bitter

Coerce your body with alienating rigor

Inverse your mind with this vigor

The glock is cocked, aimed at my mind

Just go ahead and pull the trigger



I'm never starting never stopping

Bout to go overboard cause this cradle's rocking

There is a man here at my door, fate has come a knocking

All I'll hear is the silence with voices that keep talking



*Chorus*

I'm here, Come and face me

I'm there, you won't erase me

I'm rattling my mind

Always in due time

To find the words so out of line



Be quick or be dead, rather grim instead

I made my fate unknown beside my coffin bed

There is black sunshine gleaming and burning

I despise the morning dread

I'll enjoy psychopathic flux

Until my demons are fed