It's a grey day driving
The spring trees warm inviting
I feel the pressure rising
I see visions in my head
The metal frame compacting
The mindless mob reacting
I'll just sit there laughing
Baptized in my own blood
I've got an impulse for destruction
So watch your back
I've got a hunger for corruption
And I might just crack
The sand is gold, it's molten
I watch the blue waves rolling
The gull's cry is an omen
I surrender to the tide
When I come back bloated
The crowd will be revolted
Their sense of peace eroded
By this reminder of what's below
And I've got an impulse for destruction
So watch your back
I've got a hunger for corruption
And I might just crack
I can see the faces all around
Watching, just watching
Though I'm smiling without a sound
Watch me, oh watch me
'Cause I've got an impulse for destruction
Oh watch your back
I've got a hunger for corruption
And I might just crack