Mad Drunk

Hatred reigning down
Legacy of doubt, be sure to wash it out
Broken, wasted dream
Be sure and wash it clean
Be sure and wash it clean
Lost in your scrambled mind
All this pain, yet you still remain
A hollow man with a bloody hand
Your wish is my command
King of the wasteland
Bastard, come claim your prize
See yourself through the children’s eyes
You’re violent, intoxicated with lies
See yourself in the tears we cry
Too late with your wasted regret
Remain irate, what difference does it make?
Drowning in need, the little hearts bleed
Drowning in need, the little hearts bleed for you