Jumping around like parcor methamptehmine My thoughts never stop Am I opting for another way out?? Friends? Enemies? The truth The lies As this paranoia sinks its fangs on in This world is nothing more than a ******* blur Hateful words Misanthropic state of mind My ******* high in the air As I load this pistol... This ominous piece of steel.. Can you say Count to 3??? Click Click Click I guess I can't do anything right