It's coming,
and on the edge of my heels
I can sense it
and I know what it feels like

I've got to run
things are too easy,
too simple and suburban,
this life's too apple pie for me

I think I'm masochistic
I've got a constant need for pain
even when it's not there
I'll go find it
or it'll come looking for me

Because it's on the precipice of greatness
that darkness will be lurking
to hit and spit
and pull the rug from under me.