"The Raging Wynds of Turmoil"

At one time, hoping to do better, I raised
my hands and said, "Maybe You can
Show Me something Better," yeah, to
the Healvens

But, even they knew the real me; their
response was, "You'll Never make it
here; you're just a Devil," so, with those
same raised hands I clenched into fists
and my middle finger instead, extended

Everybody's honest... to an extent; they
look me in the fucking eyes and know
what I have raging within

Everybody's ignorant; they look me in
the eyes, and, don't know a fuck about
all the fucking turmoil that I have raging
inside

They just can't see...

The raging wynds of turmoil blowing
inside of me; oh, if they only knew; if
they had clearer eyes to see, the squint
in my eyes from the gale force wynds in my mind

Their impression is engraved on my face;
there's really no mistaking it, as Hel shows her face

So, I'll just take these s(a)datives that like
a masterful Alchemist, I've so skillfully blended, and, chase them with this liquor; in the hopes that they'll numb the pain and somehow all this someday with mercy be ending

But, I wake up and realize that they've
fooled me; when, it's all still alive, and,
the only thing they've done is all the more, kindled all the rage that I've feel
inside