I met an old man a long time ago.
He came to me today, he told me a few things - he reminded me of a few things i had done.
He knew my whole life, his words told it all.
.. He knew of the time i was so angry i killed a man.
It hurt.
I also kept the dead mans money.
It only made me feel better.
One night i went out and did everything i possibly could to disobey my parents.
.. I didn't care.
Someone tell me why those kids made me feel like i was superior !
They don't know what i know.. but time passed on.
The time passed so much it was night again.
This time i really couldn't help myself.
Who could with so much alcohol and such a sensual woman ?
I ****** her that night. And it hurt soo good.
Before the old man could say anything else, Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I didn't enjoy watching my neighbor suffer, but it was getting to me that he had everything better.
Plus i take more food then i always should, and every seven times i throw away what i can't finish.
Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I made fun of an innocent girl in public, Bang ! and a puddle of tears leaked.
I stole a nice car in some random neighborhood, Bang !
I started a tragic rumor i know i shouldn't have, Bang !
I started thinking things i shouldn't be thinking, Bang !
and 3 puddles of tears leaked.
He wasn't going to stop.. So i made him.


  For everytime the old man spoke to me, the drummer hit harder; 'till one day he couldn't anymore, Bang ! and a puddle of sound leaked.