Why should I have to become a statistic?
Something never dreamed became so realistic!
In the game of life I drew the short stick
Running running running , on my feet I need to think quick
I turned to my bottles , there I drowned look around
When you wake up , there's no sound
You've become deaf to reality
And blind to eternity
Didn't stand out
So you dissipate into society
YOU WONT KEEP ME BOUND
I WONT BECOME JUST A NUMBER
Never been comfortable in my skin
Because my nights are full of thunder
No one to turn to so I hold in my anger
The boiling rage in my soul makes me volatile you’re in danger
Back up before I blow
It's a sight not so pretty
Like a frag grenade
It has no real destination
Your overcome by temptation
You wanted to test me
So the answers I gave you
I chew you up and spit you out
What I did so ballistic
Something never dreamed just became realistic
Now .. I am... another... statistic