The Coming Past

I ride the storm
 I've gotta be cool
 There's something wrong with me
 As I try to be everything
 Never should've left my mothers womb

 Step aside for the genocide I'm a lonley man who's mad
 I alone could erase the world
 There are precious lives at stake
 Moving fast in the dark of night
 I'm a hundred miles from home
 Stare into my black deep eyes
 and behold the coming past

 The coming.
 of all the monsters made up in my mind
 You better belive it
 The coming.
 Nothing remains except the clouded memories
 The coming past

 I'm sick, I'm drained
 I try to stay cool
 Like there's nothing wrong with me
 When I feel I can do anything
 It all just hits me right in the face
 Hiding from it all
 Wherever I step the ground beneath turns sour

 The coming.
 so I guess you've seen it all before
 But you better belive it
 The coming.
 Get away before the truth unfolds on you.
 I am a man about to burst

 Crawling, feeding off the ground
 Needing, craving, lust for blood
 Moaning, yelling, screamign, shouting
 Feeling nothing, couldn't care less
 I hate you

 I roam, I rule
 At least I think I do, so help me now
 If I ever had a chance
 I would go back and change it all

 Step aside for my genocide