Well, I took a walk down under the street Never thought that I'd see the day I would meet Came and whispered in my ear But I tried to pretend that I didn
Oh yea, back again Hope you've enjoyed our little excursions, huh Tippin', toein' through the mind of a motherfucker That need's a little fuckin' stompin
No destination set I daze along till something finds me Where I've been I'm not sure I cannot see, the tears they blind me You know that something ain
[Mike Muir / Mike Clark] [guitar solo] Give me back the beat... Bringing back the beat... Give me back the beat... Give me back the beat... My tears
I scream at the sky, it's easier than crying I'm shyest when I'm shouting out loud I feel so alone in a room full of people I'm loneliest when and I'm
chorus) Aint gonna take it - Anymore (x3) Don't mess with my head Don't mess with my head Don't mess with my head Now you messed with me the very last
There's a place I try to go, so far from here I close my eyes, I try to, to disappear I look around in my own way But what I see I never, never really
My life People don't try to tell me how to live my life Don't try to fill me up with false hopes and lies Show me the truth, they say they'll show the
I see the world, it slips so far away Looking back on yesterday Leaves me nothing more to say Terror reigns my world, Lord please tell me why I'm on
Cyco, cyco (Cyco, cyco, cyco, cyco) (Cyco, cyco, cyco, cyco) Born cyco, it's the way I was meant to be Live cyco, it's the only life for me (Burning
Cyco Miko to the podium thank you. Mike Miur: Thank you very much I'd like to thank brother Clark from the Suicidal Family for that fine greeting.
You tell me what I wanna hear I hear it all with my ears But that won't do me any use So I use my eyes to see the truth I've got cyco vision I use cyco
[Mike Muir / Mike Clark] My mind kept a freakin'... My mind kept a freakin'... My mind kept a freakin'... My mind kept a freakin'... All night long...
Travels through my veins, poisoning my soul Makes me hate myself, makes my anger blow Suffocates the hope, eats away my will Traps in all the hate, depression
Berserk... Berserk...berserk...berserk... Berserk...Sometimes my mind doesn't work Berserk... Berserk...berserk...berserk... Berserk...Sometimes
Don't you give me give me give me your borrowed time Don't you give me give me give me your recycled line Who do you think you are? You must think you
Don't you give me, give me, give me your borrowed time Don't give me, give me, give me your recycled line Who do you think you are? You must think you
[Mike Muir / Mike Clark] Let me see who's bored... Let 'em know you're bored... Let 'em know you're bored... All aboard the bored... Yea we know you
