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