Rage

     
i can't get it straight    
supression of emotion    
is what i'm master of    
     
bone deep      
my internal rage    
burns out of contol    
& don't you know    
i feed it    
     
drug demons bark    
& i give them fresh meat    
pieces of my inner beauty    
self dignity    
& pride    
     
all to appease    
the beast that craves    
     
with a race to the death's gates    
i can't get there fast enough    
as i run with the down trodden    
stepped on    
people of the world    
     
i left my inner child    
outside in the cold    
with the devil    
     
when i wanted to play a sick    
& twisted game called fate    
i played with it    
like i could win    
     
the decks are stacked    
it's rigged    
     
the odds are against me    
at ever succeeding    
but i'm placing my bet    
all on red    
     
my heart's on the line    
& i'm all in