Dead guy in a can. I've passed the point of no return. I'll take a lap around the moon and orbit back to earth. I had everything. I built the missiles and kept you safe. I'll take my problems elsewhere and be on my way. Feel my wrath and clear a path, you motherf*cker. Clear a path, I'm going home. I have become so cold, so numb. Load up my gun I'm out for blood. Nightmares come to life and your past is back to haunt you. I can't feel anything at all. I'm out for blood. The drive-by shooters, the restraining order, the neo-Nazi, the worst traffic jam on earth and the cops could never stop me. Am I the anti hero turned a super villain? A violent crime statistic, one amongst the millions? Roll the prices back to 1965. I'm falling down and by the wayside. How did I become the bad guy? I did everything they told me to. Kill me or I will kill you.