N.O.D.

Sick of a sickness, a reoccurring nightmare of Convulsing through slow tempo dance Liberation requiem, stamped out curriculum Oh, that doppelganger laughing, manifesting wings The dark side, the dark side Drop trip Lost on a trip, no acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be for me Inside of dead weight standing, speaking with authority Black smoke is swirling upward masking The dark side, misanthropy skin deep The dark side, the children of extremes The dark side, will warn a fool indeed The dark side, you'll have to carry that weight You fight, you will fight Against the strands, so ill advised The dark side, misanthropy skin deep The dark side, the children of extremes The dark side, will warn a fool indeed The dark side, you'll have to carry that weight I'll fight, I will fight Against the strands, so ill advised We'll never know when Someday will bring our own Sudden Last time, last time, last time, last time Last time I'll fight You say you want a revolution I'll fight You say you want a revolution I will fight, I will fight And carry that weight You say you want a revolution I'll fight You say you want a revolution I will fight, I will fight And carry that weight --- N.O.D. - Down