• The lingering of the voices caved in as my enemy
    due to lost respect my language is now of mass eruption
    hear that thunder of the temperamental rage
    The same tempered rage my eyes cannot hide well

    The lingering of the passage of what's light and dark
    seeks the truth of what was once fondly the beginning
    no more then a second can a ponder on the thought
    What was this existence
    What is this rage

    The burning desire of these angered thoughts
    keep me sane from doing any harm
    the harm upon others flows through my mind
    as the rage goes on so does the time

    The time is my measure of the free flowing memories
    the free flowing thoughts of hurting me before others
    even as i would go upon me first
    the pain still surrounds the same level for the others

    The scene would be the last of this burning rage
    the end of the tunnel shows nothing more then explicit
    No longer foreseeing these painful urges
    i kept my word and kept the rage on me.