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Justify My Rage, Or a Young Man Dying Angry
Tell it to me quickly, now tell it to me fast, I'm running out of time, and these moments never last. I'm not hallucinating, I'm not turning this page, until I find somebody to justify my rage. I'm tired of your reasons, I can't resist the urge, I long for self-destruction, my lungs to smoke and burn. It was just a little detour, A youthful man's mistake, not something brining cancer to a man at twenty-eight! Midnight, red light, skin tight, and I'm flying Clean days, no haze, life fades And I'm mad. Not broken, not bowed But I have no patience, Longing again for what I must have. You say to find a middle path, but you're so full of it! How can a man walk down a road that never truly fit? Never bought all your transcendence, your talk of love and gods, either I'm truly missing something, or it really is a fraud. I guess I'll never know now, you doctors say I'm screwed, you saw slowing it all down is the least that I can do. So four months is what you give me before my time to die, but if that dark train is a-coming it won't matter what I try! Midnight, red light, skin tight, and I'm flying Clean days, no haze, life fades And I'm mad. Not broken, not bowed But I have no patience, Longing again for what I must have.
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