Temper - Breakage, Kemo

Wait a minute — don’t give up yet

Keep on breathing — keep on dreaming

Play the game and pay attention

Stay awake — stay awake

Now — you don’t wanna hear their stories

Their lies — the same old tales

You would rather die than kneel before them and live

In their mental jails

You don’t really wanna see nobody

It stings — like chalkboard nails

You would rather die than kneel before them so jump

If all else fails

They say you’re loosing your temper

They call you crazy and mental

You’re not loosing your temper

You’ll show them crazy and mental

Now — You’re on MySpace and Twitter

Facebook got 3000 friends

But how many of your «friends»

Know your real last name

You’re real popular with the women

But some women are men

They carry the demon within

They control, obsess and blame