I woke up this morning, feeling the same,
      I contain all this rage, with no one to blame
I am not quite sure, how long it will last
      Before I am overcome, before i just blast
I am a bomb without a tick, ready to blow with no talk
      Surely my actions, will cause many to balk
I respect myself, while you respect none
      For each must bear the burden of what they have done
Shed your beliefs, empty your mind
      Everything's fiction, soon, that, you will find
Neither your skin, nor money, nor pretty hair
      Shall hide the truth of your soul, for that shall be bare
Too late for regret, too late to repent
      It's too late, too late, now my time is all spent.