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Cacophony of AngerSomehow, somewhere, someoneSold me the wrong set of dreams Like a rag doll in careless hands I come apart at the seams Like a willow I'm bending –an actor pretending The script I've been given is true Like a child that is force-fed I'm throwing this shit back at you Anger and fury my Anger and fury my Anger and Fury my Anger and fury my Wall of anger –my cacophony Neon and screens were my feeling machines No wonder I feel like a fool I'm a fire of resentment with media methane as fuel My soul and the soles of my shoes both have holes Still somehow I get through the sorrow Two pairs of socks and a shot in the arm 'till tomorrow |