Not looking straight

And why do I get crazy you say?
But you re not making the right question
Not to the correct man, or even in the right moment
I dont think, you want me to mention

I bit harder, harder than ever,
And the blood was darker than the night
The place I destroyed bit by bit in the house
Afterwards you treated me like a mouse.

You hit me with a gun in my back
Saying I was mad, crazy and unstopable,
Liying again to everyone in the scene,
When everything we konw inside you is black

And you keep on dertroying houses,
Looking for the best way to get your self through
But I tell you this, my dear, youre time si up
And this time goes for real.

-JP