Mad Drunk - Idiot Stare

Hatred reigning down

Legacy of doubt, be sure to wash it out

Broken, wasted dream

Be sure and wash it clean

Be sure and wash it clean

Lost in your scrambled mind

All this pain, yet you still remain

A hollow man with a bloody hand

Your wish is my command

King of the wasteland

Bastard, come claim your prize

See yourself through the children’s eyes

You’re violent, intoxicated with lies

See yourself in the tears we cry

Too late with your wasted regret

Remain irate, what difference does it make?

Drowning in need, the little hearts bleed

Drowning in need, the little hearts bleed for you