Been low, at the breakdown. Collapsed, at the turn-around. All the time I can't forget - forgive, relieve. Heard all your dead end words (the rancid air). In a dream laced with ice, and tragedy. In a rage, how will it end? Burn on, away. Thrown back again. In a rage. Ran out, pushed against the ground. Spat out the foul. Hands shaking wild - am I losing myself? And not a scar, weak on the flesh. Time racing blind, sinking in sand. How will it end? In a rage.
