Words: Von Hertzen Brothers / L.A.Skin Whole lotta monkey The chatter lingers Oh yea, I'm about to blow my fuse So point your finger at me Bring on your disease To hell with your pleas Riding the time bomb Into the fire There's a runaway train of thoughts Inside my worn-out brain Shot down in flames How precious is the flow The cozy glow of fire and brimstone I feel the shadows grow And everything becomes as white as snow Hear me scream! Breathe with me Now don't you worry You'll get your kicks Before you'll be sorry As the time's running out I'm slipping out of my brain –insane! Riding the raving train I'm afraid to call my own As the word's getting out I'm driven into a corner Fuck off! I'll never give in I'm prepared to reap what I've sown What comes around It goes around The truth's getting out I'm ready to face the music with a smile I must go on Though it might go off The harder I fall The more it pleases my runaway pride Come on press the rewind! The time is running low We can make it if we hold our own The answer it will show It'll come out like the sun from the unknown How precious is the glow The choices that we make on our way home Watch the shadow go And everything becomes as white as snow