Working Out My RageMature

 

I’m working out my rage

Up on this barren stage

I wanna rock, I wanna fight

I want a little bit of something else tonight

I’m working out my rage

Can’t see through this growing haze

I wanna fight but I’m willing to die

Till then I’ll be on an adrenaline high

 

I got a grudge, a thousand years old

Against the rest of the people in this dirty hole

Welcome to our lovely, little planet

I think I’ve just about fucking had it

A few crooked men form the vaunted elite

Still I won’t admit defeat

Until the twisted and corrupted lie dead at my feet

I don’t wish to preach “scorched earth”

We all know that doesn’t work

But I’m still so full of hurt

 

And I’m working out my rage

Up on this burning stage

I wanna rock, I wanna fight

I want a little bit of something else tonight

I’m working out my rage

And I’ve finally broken out of this daze

I hear the calls for blood

And I will bring it in a flood

 

Rich man, poor man

Both would steal the coat of your back

I keep hearing “Yes we can”

But I know we won’t

I takes a psycho

To bring everyone awake

And then the mighty will be brought low

And what was thought real will turn out fake

I haven’t the time

To worry about crossing the line

So I’ll say it loud, I’ll say it proud

In for a penny in for a pound

 

 

 

I’m working out my rage

Up on this blazing stage

I wanna rock, I wanna fight

I want a little bit of something else tonight

I’m working out my rage

Breaking down the walls of my personal maze

It’s time to bring some light

To what is and what isn’t right

 

People who act like bees in hive

All the people who don’t know how to think

Screaming “You can’t” when they’ve never tried

No wonder I need a drink

A collection of problems

No one knows how to solve ‘em

All I know is I’ve had it up to here

And I can’t let it out

All I can do is growl and sneer

At all of my fears and doubts

And there’s a fire burning

But still we’re just not learning

 

So I’m working out my rage

Up on this barren stage

I wanna rock, I wanna fight

I want a little bit of something else tonight

 

I’m working out my rage

Can’t see through this growing haze

I wanna fight but I’m willing to die

Till then I’ll be on an adrenaline high

 

I’m working out my rage

And I’ve finally broken through this daze

I hear the calls for blood

And I will bring it in a flood

 

I’m working out my rage

Breaking down the walls of my personal maze

It’s time to bring some light

On what is and what isn’t right

 

I’m working out my rage

Up on this blazing stage

I’m working out my rage

Gonna bring about the end of days

And I’m working out my rage

The End

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