Ring of Rage
i wear this ring of rage like a noose around my neck
i tightens round my twisted thoughts until my mind's train wrecked
i wear this ring of rage and it cuts off circulation
love and light seem dark and dire
i'm headed for destruction
i wear this ring of rage and it tarnishes my spirit
i cry to God as my soul gets robbed but my prayers get lost in static
i wear this ring of rage,once new now old and tattered
like barbarians on brutal warpaths
i get beaten,bashed,and battered
i wear this ring of rage like a mark of misery
i climb to the top then i fall to the bottom
like a cycle of defeat
i wear this ring of rage now i cut it off my finger
cause it's never too late to leave this life where lonely ghosts now linger
that ring it turns to fire as i drop it to the depths
i can hear Gods angels all rejoice
i can hear the devil hiiss
i wore a ring of rage now i wear a gold peace sign
once savage and depraved now joyous and divine
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