BANG! An explosion that just can’t be contained, the dice is rolled, apparently, I’m playing the game

Concept is sit down and open your veins, let people prod just to be positive you’re feeling the pain

So they open up my head and walk round my brain, even though it was found clean now it’s covered in stains

Drop me naked trembling in the pouring rain, slap my face and tell me that I’ve gota play again.

After wondering what all this was supposed to gain, this insane operation is inhumane

Only to be informed that this is just a common complaint

They smiled like they were sitting being entertained

Saying “Now the procedure is preordained.” Like little links connected on a fucked- up chain

Don’t beat around the bush, the message is plain

You’re no longer the master of your own domain.

CHORUS

I don’t really need to hear what you have to say

I ain’t interested in that bullshit, today

I wish you would disappear, before I bite your face

I see it in my dreams

In an imaginary place.

Like a hairline fracture growing over time, separating all the segments of my mind

Reduce me to an inch and give me mountains to climb

I try to break free, but it seems that I’m confined in a world of space and rhyme

I find my body filled with strength and weakness combined

Falling uncontrollably as my faith declines, but my feet keep moving ‘cos my love is blind.

So, I muster all the faith and logic I can find

I’m dealing with the worlds most unrefined, I’m sure you know the kind, always on your spine

Creeping up on unsuspecting souls- from behind

Moving in slow motion now the papers are signed, and I can’t fast forward or press rewind

Feeling my way in the dark ‘cos light no longer shines but you can’t walk away with something

I consider mine.

CHORUS

So I got myself an army ‘cos I’m ready to fight, calling anybody interested to help in my plight

Concentrating information to strengthen my bite, fill my life with knowledge to set yours alight

Ignite every motherfucker ‘till they’re burning bright

‘Cos I for one am sick of trying to be polite

Deep breath, take aim and shoot on sight, I know there must be only one left standing tonight

Then the four corners of the universe can reunite, light will return welcomed by my heart’s delight

I’ll wrap it up in cotton wool and hold on tight, absorbing all the wrong and trying to make them right

I’m aware- I’m not the one who should be feeling contrite

There’s my dirty slate, you can give it a wipe

This colourful world is grey, not black and white and I don’t deserve this trait

Put that in your pipe!

CHORUS