Lyrics

You can't put your finger on it. It's kinda strange today. You try to shake the feeling, but it won't go away. So you take it to the masses. Give your sermon on the mount. You're the second coming, Christ, it's time they all found out. Step out on the sidewalk in the white light of the day. Pick your targets randomly, blow 'em all away. On the inside. Living on the inside. Burning on the inside. And someone's got to pay. You don't have to have a reason. You don't have to have a plan. It doesn't matter why you did it or how it all began. But the scent of pain intoxicates, gotta get a fix. Gotta feel that power rush, gotta get some kicks. So put away your bible, put a fresh clip in your gun. We're not talking Revelation here, we're only talking fun. On the inside. Living on the inside. Burning on the inside. And someone's got to pay. You know, you?re gonna make the news reports. Everyone will know your name. But they?ll quickly change the channel, you know it happens every day. Still, there's something in the air tonight. You're shaking in your shoes. You can try to stop it, but there's nothing you can do. Take a look around you, open up your eyes. If you listen very carefully, you can hear the cries. On the inside. Living on the inside. Burning on the inside. And someone's got to pay.