Enter I, disturbing peace of mind Pressure reflects me. Manipulate, and break the feeling of faith. Weak fools obsess me. Glare inside, shines my mind It's quite distorted, it's so cruel. Afflicted traits, extending outward my hate Sharp words detest you. I am the thorn in the side Pressure that's never denied Call me, call me, call me mad My look is often a grin Cold as its sin Call me, call me, call me mad We evil kind, we evil subject your pride Intent oppression An open sore, into it salt we will pour Verbal aggression! Conscience collapsed, feelings for you waxed But my mental affliction. I carry pride, I hold it high at my side Cause your submission I am the thorn in the side Pressure that never denied Call me, call me, call me mad My look is often a grin Cold as its sin Call me, call me, call me mad At times I'd love to feel the break of your spine Your pain, my hand, my God That would do me just fine But intelligence tells me constrain Don't do that Use your wit, make 'em pay, verbal attack Your cowardice Your whimpering makes me sick In your face, your ugliness, on it I could spit Divine reprisal, I'm getting under your skin Contemptuous me, I will always win Cold hate Feel the pain to which I relate, my Harsh hell Satisfies, sanctifies me as well