"Before the age of seventeen" Am I a man or a machine? Should I stay or should I turn around? You know that in a world full of hate Now the anger is my date Sweet, sweet violence is my drug Hailing from the outworld A shadow with a broken soul Like a castaway on the shores of solitude Solitude "I'm lost in my rage" Am I a blind man with a gun? A desperado a windmill warrior But I've been misunderstood I'm the black sheep of the hood Had to crack the house of gla** Hailing from the outworld A runner with a broken bone Like a castaway at the shores of solitude I'm not a man, or a machine Pure rage keeps my conscience clean In a world full of hate Now the anger is my date Sweet, sweet violence is my drug Hailing from the outworld A shadow with a broken soul Like a castaway on the shores of solitude Solitude I'm a castaway Again and again On the shores of solitude