You ask why you scream and wake up from dreams that are not of the kind you like
You ask what is this that you've lost the bliss that you once derived from life
I know the answer
You ask why the heck do we feel like wrecks
We walk about like hollow shapes
You've come to ask yourself "why do we raise this hell
Why do I feel like I was raped"
I know the answer
It is anger that is burning you
It is burning you
It burns