The Workings of my MindDo you even know me?Could you ever show me?Could you even try?Even try to fly?Do even want toWant toEven try to getThe workings of my mind.Im the product of the timesthe meaning of these rhymesthe music always blastingthe mayhem ever lastingI am a product of these timesThe meaning of these rhymesThe music always blastingThe mayhem everlastingDo you even want to getThe workings of my mindIm chaos in a wayChaos all day.Im the eyes on the wallsThe king that never fallsDo you want to know me.or Never ever knowThe workings of my mind
I bet youd probly blow upOr never even show upForever remain blindTo the workings of my mind
The Freak on a LeashThe freak on a leash,All talks will ceaseWhen hes set free
We will flee.We will seeThe product of our sins.The freak is me
The freak is me
Let me, be me,And watch meDo to you what youve done to me.The product of your problemsLost in all your broken lawsStill following your twisted causeThe freak is me?The freak is me?Look at yourself,Look deep and true.Im not the freak,The freak is you.The freak is you.You are the product of your sins.You are the wrong, the wrong is you.No, no the freak is you.You do to meWithout a clueOf what you actually do.The freak is you, the freak is you.Watch yourselfYour problems, your flawsLook at you,Your mission, your cause.You are the perversion that you speak,The wrong you preachA hypocrite in its lowest form.Not quite the norm,The freak is you.The freak is you.You are what you strive against,What you rise against.So stop calling me the freak,When the freak is you.