I've killed myself I've been born again
With razor fangs for these bitter men
I'm filled with rancor for my fate
I've clothed my soul in these rags of hate
As I fall down on these bloody knees
Perception shattered, now I see

Intoxicated in hindsight, I'm going to get you on the flipside
On the flipside
On the flipside
On the flipside
On the flipside
On the flipside
On the flipside

I'm going to get you on the flipside