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