Strike a pose and disclose, a secret life
To them unknown
You awake in a robe and missing clothes
- a mark to define all evil kept inside
- a mark to define a man best kept inside
A screaming mother without a single shade of life
Just like her son left dangling on a wire

What's left to say to a petty man?
With a coward plan to strike angry clans
And what can't be said
Is best left screaming to the dead

Cuz we all know anger is just a muse
A silly disguise - a stupid ******* excuse

Cuz in the end, what's left?
Feelings left unsaid
And anger at yourself for keeping them in

So we'll take it out on the fallen troop
Who slit his wrist and downed a bottle of *****

But he couldn't die
No he didn't die
So these tears will dry
And be replaced with irate insanity