these are days of rage.
gone.
gone is the same old, same old
no more shaking my head wondering why, wondering how
i don't question the motives, i don't give a shit
fuck the motives
fuck trying to understand
fuck studying the puzzle pieces that were never made to fit together
it's time to kill
to break
to scream and curse
i will not beat my head against the wall anymore
but i might beat yours against the wall
i might break your skull with my bare fucking hands
words are actions
and it's time to get busy
gone.
gone is the same old, same old
no more shaking my head wondering why, wondering how
i don't question the motives, i don't give a shit
fuck the motives
fuck trying to understand
fuck studying the puzzle pieces that were never made to fit together
it's time to kill
to break
to scream and curse
i will not beat my head against the wall anymore
but i might beat yours against the wall
i might break your skull with my bare fucking hands
words are actions
and it's time to get busy
