Turn the stereo upnTill you feel the groundnShake off yesterdays headachenTake a look aroundnSurvey the crowdnRoll down your windowsnScream out so they knownnI'm assistant to your tainted heartnOn a mission of miserynnYou got your new tunes onnYou put your game face outnYour ten feet tall, nothing's gonna make you fallnNo one can touch you nownNo one's gonna figure you outnNo one can touch you nownLet 'em all drown in soundnnI'm assistant to your tainted heartnOn a mission of miserynI'm conditioned to soothe your heartnOn a mission of misery