The straw that breaks the camels back
Blood stains on broken glass
Primal reactions I cant repress
Refresh the demon again and again and again...
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away
But theres no more room in this rusty cage
Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin
The air is getting thin
Storming around the place
Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath
I feel better if I hurt myself
Im still searching for the hole
Where all my anger began to flow
Its an ugly trip inside
Im afraid I know just what Ill find
Theres something here that isnt right
I dont wanna hurt you
I dont want to see you cry
Hidden in a corner, my hands cover my face
I must admit that I need help
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away
But theres no more room in this rusty cage
Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin
The air is getting thin
Storming around the place
Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath
I feel better if I hurt myself
Im still searching for the hole
Where all my anger began to flow
Its an ugly trip inside
Im afraid I know just what Ill find
Angry for this, angry for that
I am done for, theres no turning back
In my mouth a bitter taste
Molotov cocktails to quench my thirst
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
