I am running far from something
Something evil something frightening
Fear of falling fear of death
Heavy conscience heavy breath
I am a menace cannot you see stay away
From me because I am a creep
Find salvation find some hope
If there is no fire there is no smoke
Violent urges tear at my spirit
Why do I run from me
I am a bad man, I am a madman
Save your pride and walk away
Say your prayers and save some face
Because I am the sandman come to play
I am a bad man I am a madman
I am the sandman come to play
I am a bad man I am a madman
I am the sandman come to play
I am running I am still running senses fail and I feel nothing
Fist of fury knuckles red seems my foe has been but to bed
Why pick on me how tough can you be when deceased
Consequences conscience cries do angels weep when someone dies
