Rage
Her hand is warmth to me
Silver television screen
Wave around a loaded gun
Temper, temper little one
Is it me you love again?
Guess I never had a fan
You were never in a dream
Cripple me in summer heat
Though I try to make the scene
I will always want to bleed
If I'm me you'll never know
Empathy will fall below
Rage
They’re another point of view
Remember me when I was you
My miracle was mortal sin
Inside the moment, and all it’s been
Always see another me
When it’s done, never free
I’ll forget that I am dead
But nothing that you ever said
Just another opiate
The day was boring, anyway
Rage
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