Why do these things hit us
Like a bird hitting a brick wall
So unnatural and so unneeded
Why do they haunt me

I wonder why is anger, so easy to father
It comes from most scenery
But is difficult to gather
I want it to wilt away
A tower block of fury

When will I be a wood cut man
So tall and full of stamina
O make me difficult to fell
O make it so I understand you as well