Yeah, In the cellar my soul to sell lair I lay stricken by
Something small but who had the gall to plant this poison mine
Grew into some, Frankenstein son of a bitch, pulling out my stitches.
Outcomes Mr. I don't know, Mr. I'm lonely low
Intertwined with his decline of a pure & peaceful mind
A Treacherous winter storm blowing thru the wind, it's paralyzing
A Man wouldn't dare take a step into the light
It might be too light. Might be a little bright and might get left behind
There's an anecdote but I'm an animal I roam free
And the Devils right behind me I think I'm doing alright, I think we'll be just fine
And if you need me, ill be down here, in the underworld
Cold frightened desperate and alone.
There's no place like home
Something of an Estevez you know not quite Charlie sheen know what I mean
Can't see thru the window pane cuz I'm never ever keeping it clean, yeah
Thoughts they haunted you and they flaunted through, such a taunted view
Your mind be the grave yard and I'm a jealous stone
Mood swings are a real teeter tauter; I'm a fat boy jumping off the bottom end
You can view him as a son of Sam but in reality he's a God send
Its about time somebody had the where with all to bring life to static
When I get so over dramatic
It's nothing, short of tragic.
I taste an anecdote but I'm an animal I rome free
The devil stays right beside me
I think I'm gon be fine
I think I'm gonna be alright
And if you need me, ill be down here, in the underworld
Cold frightened desperate and alone.
But there's no place like home
And the storm it fades away into the night
And nothing pulls these tears from in my eye
I'm hard to tame and I'm paranoid when I'm passive
Sometimes I'm far too sensitive, sometimes I'm far too sensitive
Sometimes I think I'm far too sensitive, too sensitive
Beta man
I'll be the beta man
I'll be the beta man beta man
I'll be beta man beta man
I'll be the beta man beta man