No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, to be blinded by lies. No one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated, to tell them only lies. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely, my love is vengeance, it's never through. No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings, like I do, and I blame you. No one bites back as hard on their anger, none of my pain and love can shove through. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely, my love is vengeance, it's never through. When my fist clenches, crack it open, before I use and lose my gold. When I smile, tell me some bad news, before I laugh and act like a fool. If I swallow every evil, it should be cut down by day. If I shiver, please give me a break. If you want me, where do you go? No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.