I lose control of the primal rage inside of me.
It frightens others and causes them to flee, including myself.
It's something I try to hide so no one will ever see.
But when it escapes, I know only I can catch it and put it back on my shelf.

When I see it again all we do is stare at one another.
We just stand and wait for the first move.
I stop and smile, after all he's the only one I can call my brother.
He submits and smiles back knowing he has no more to prove.

Losing control isn't that bad after all.
Sometimes you can even gain a long lost brother.
After losing control I thought the only way to solve it was to brawl.
But in the end I couldn't be happier with any other.