THIS IS A BLACK SKI MASK SONG. SO PUT ALL OF YOUR ANGER ON. ONLY IN THE TRULY GRUESOME DO WE TRUST. I WILL ALWAYS LAND ON YOU LIKE A SUCKER PUNCH. SINGING "I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE". IF YOU KNEW WHAT THE BLUE BIRDS SANG AT YOU. YOU WOULD NEVER SING ALONG. CAST THEM OUT CAUSE THIS IS OUR CULTURE. THESE NEW FLOCKS ARE NOTHING BUT VULTURES. BECAUSE THEY TOOK OUR LOVE AND FILLED IT UP. FILLED IT UP WITH NOVOCAIN AND NOW I'M JUST NUMB. DON'T MIND ME I'M JUST A SON OF A GUN. DON'T STOP UNTIL YOUR HEART GOES NUMB. I DON'T FEEL A THING FOR YOU. I'M JUST A PROBLEM THAT DOESN'T WANT TO BE SOLVED. SO COULD YOU PLEASE HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE. TAKE THIS SIDESHOW AND ALL ITS FREAKS. AND TURN IT INTO THE SILVER SCREEN DREAM. ONE DAY THE VALLEY'S GONNA SWALLOW ME WHOLE. HIJACK THE HYPE! HIJACK THE HYPE! AND I FEEL LIKE A PHOTO THAT'S BEEN OVEREXPOSED. HIJACK THE HYPE! HIJACK THE HYPE!
