Anger is killing you
It\'s painfully thrilling too
The angst that you aim to just kill all your painful moods
Sawysto a lengthy tune
of heinous dark language
that stains who you play it to
It feels good doesn\'t it?
To steal real loving with
nothing but otherworldly gutter-grit smothered in
faces of others who wonder what trouble is
Double up running your unwitting blubbering
mouth to another young runner who\'s shunned from it
And when they\'re all gone
You\'ll wonder what\'s wrong
Under impressions of blessings gone missing
Lessons from listening to stress that you\'re on
are left beneath pissings and moans that you\'ve drawn
Stretched to new lengths is the anger that calms