Blistering heat in the sweltering night I can't sleep and I can't stand the light I can't stand much of anything these days The ridiculous roles that everyone plays I hate your friends and their phony smiles In front of your parents I feel I'm on trial I can't stand you - I can't even stand myself What can you do when no one answers your cry for help I wonder just who the hell I am Can't find my place in this dead end town But where can I go to the ends of the earth Still the stinking rat race runs me right to the ground I separate myself from everything Some people are saying that I've gone too far I don't give a fuck what anyone says Just give me some room and my own guitar The only thing There's a raging storm building up But it's not outdoors it's inside my head So hard to deal with all this pain Sometimes I feel I'm better off dead I find my solace in only one thing It's the strike of a chord and a vibrating string The only thing that spares my fall The only thing that hears my call