Been low, at the breakdown. Collapsed, at the turn-around.
All the time I can't forget - forgive, relieve.
Heard all your dead end words (the rancid air).
In a dream laced with ice, and tragedy.
In a rage, how will it end? Burn on, away.
Thrown back again. In a rage.
Ran out, pushed against the ground.
Spat out the foul. Hands shaking wild - am I losing myself?
And not a scar, weak on the flesh.
Time racing blind, sinking in sand.
How will it end? In a rage.