Oh no, here we go again
Whatchu got there, Mr. Anderson?
Is that a live grenade? Fuck, he pulled the pin
Then he put it back in and pulled again
It's hard to comprehend the state of mind he's in
Cause inside that mind is the kind of kid
Whose screws are loosening, he's plain losing it
It could be all the psychedelic drugs that's doing it
A ticking time bomb that could blow any minute
The kid's nuttier than butter in a Reese's Peanut
With pieces of feces in it
He's done horrible, deplorable, incorrigible things, I've seen it
Murderous urges, subliminal verses
Played in every track backwards, satanic curses
Still it worsens, when he's not working
He's an entirely different person
He's burning churches, killing nurses
Lurking, stealing old ladies' purses
Matthew, Matthew, stop, they'll catch you
Attach and strap you to the electric chair and zap you
He's drinking up the blood of the innocent
Please open up your ears, you're not listening
I've witnessed it, some of the sickest shit
The name Damien changed at his christening

(Chorus)
We're going crazy baby, I wouldn't trust us baby
(Even if you think you know who we are)
Our mind is gone with the sunset
(When the sun sets you will see that things aren't what they seem)
Don't believe us baby, we'll just deceive you baby
(Even if you think you know who we are)
I hear your heart beat like a drum set

Oh god, here we go again
Whatchu got there, Mr. Davidson?
An AK-47 and a crazy grin
Everybody back away, stay away from him
He might go ballistic, listed another statistic
A mind so sick and twisted
In jail, please pay him a visit
Bake him a biscuit mixed with the following equipment
A chainsaw, hacksaw, your sharpest knives
So he can make his escape when he's locked inside
The inner recesses of his mind get thinner all the time
Sniffing paint thinner that he finds
I'm a little bit concerned, from the little bit I've heard
I've learned he's alotta bit disturbed
Vehicular homicide, testicular sodomized
Iodine mixed with a touch of cyanide
Try and run and hide, he'll just bide his time
Wet his appetite but he's not satisfied
Attempted suicide, what a senseless crime
It makes more sense to commit mass genocide
Stick a fork in it, Dr. Kevorkian
Your life shortening days are coming toward an end
Matt, are you recording?
I've got some shit to say and it's important

(Bridge)
When the sun sets
When the sun sets

(Chorus)

(Outro)
When the sun sets