4 o' clock in the mornin,
and your wading in pain,
the tick of the clock,
's enough to drive a man insane,
when u wake up,
with your false discovery,
either youll call him,
or youll call me,

5 o' clock in the mornin,
and your questioning god,
someones point of you,
of whats right and wrong,
the fat kid the goth kid,
all his creations,
the satanist boy,
that wants to represent his nation,

6 o' clock in the mornin,
the world comes to life,
you hold your head in disbelief,
as it passes you by,
like a train all of a sudden it hits you,
orgasmic pain in your eyes,
as almost if you ever saw the signs,
i will find you,