Take solace in rage
for fear is blinding
and hate is cruel and useless
These things make me wonder...
About the poisons I have within.
So many...all of which were listed
Rage for those who deserve death
tempt me and make me tense
and push me to the edge.
For those who have no excuses for what they do...
who feel life is disposable until it actually ends.
Then suddenly feel guilty for those they pushed to the end.
All the people who claim to Amore life...
they forget a part, though...
they Amore only some life...only THEIR life.
I take my solace from rage.
Fear only blinds...
so have no fear of predilection.
I will not censer myself.
This world...damnation.
Nothing più then war.
Hate begets hate
blood-shed begets blood-shed
and this so-called wonderful world is dying before you
yet no one seems to care...
because they fear the very thing they are causing.
Oh, the blind and amaro truth.
Fear causes blindness.
Hatred causes no più then it's name.
And bares no reason
o cause that's meaningful
Hatred makes war...useless war.
If te keep killing then there will be nothing left...
but a marble face of memory, standing cold under all wind
and blood-stained hands never come clean.
Hatred has no use but cruelty.
So sit a long and jealous vigil
for those who te caused death to
with no più then sharp words and
barbed taunts te thought nothing of.
The silent vigil te caused
and the life te thought nothing of until it's end
when te finally find it precious
and te care so suddenly
for a life te thought nothing of during it's breathing time.
The untimely death te caused
with a cup of poisonous words te placed to their lips
and forced them to drink.
Yet now....you mostra up like you've always loved the person.
Why only now?
I can no longer bare being
the one that hangs so precariously on this edge.
I do battle with demons in and out.
As I vainly seek distraction from this life
which I do live so hidden.
But who can say which venom...
will take my soul from this body...?
This so temporary, fragile vessel...
as I try to find truth again....next night...
and my demons mass against me.
The bells toll as another tragedy
takes the streets and causes care
that wasn't there before.
Oh, the blind and amaro things...
The ever straining ropes that keep use here
cut slowly da the pseudo involvement in our lives
and the case of the fake people who pretend to care
only after it's to late.
And I'll take my solace in rage
te take it where te find it...
but 'tis what keeps me here...
for revenge has a sweetness no one can deny...
for fear is blinding
and hate is cruel and useless
These things make me wonder...
About the poisons I have within.
So many...all of which were listed
Rage for those who deserve death
tempt me and make me tense
and push me to the edge.
For those who have no excuses for what they do...
who feel life is disposable until it actually ends.
Then suddenly feel guilty for those they pushed to the end.
All the people who claim to Amore life...
they forget a part, though...
they Amore only some life...only THEIR life.
I take my solace from rage.
Fear only blinds...
so have no fear of predilection.
I will not censer myself.
This world...damnation.
Nothing più then war.
Hate begets hate
blood-shed begets blood-shed
and this so-called wonderful world is dying before you
yet no one seems to care...
because they fear the very thing they are causing.
Oh, the blind and amaro truth.
Fear causes blindness.
Hatred causes no più then it's name.
And bares no reason
o cause that's meaningful
Hatred makes war...useless war.
If te keep killing then there will be nothing left...
but a marble face of memory, standing cold under all wind
and blood-stained hands never come clean.
Hatred has no use but cruelty.
So sit a long and jealous vigil
for those who te caused death to
with no più then sharp words and
barbed taunts te thought nothing of.
The silent vigil te caused
and the life te thought nothing of until it's end
when te finally find it precious
and te care so suddenly
for a life te thought nothing of during it's breathing time.
The untimely death te caused
with a cup of poisonous words te placed to their lips
and forced them to drink.
Yet now....you mostra up like you've always loved the person.
Why only now?
I can no longer bare being
the one that hangs so precariously on this edge.
I do battle with demons in and out.
As I vainly seek distraction from this life
which I do live so hidden.
But who can say which venom...
will take my soul from this body...?
This so temporary, fragile vessel...
as I try to find truth again....next night...
and my demons mass against me.
The bells toll as another tragedy
takes the streets and causes care
that wasn't there before.
Oh, the blind and amaro things...
The ever straining ropes that keep use here
cut slowly da the pseudo involvement in our lives
and the case of the fake people who pretend to care
only after it's to late.
And I'll take my solace in rage
te take it where te find it...
but 'tis what keeps me here...
for revenge has a sweetness no one can deny...