Taste of iron fills my mouth
Forces me to take part in creating something I despise
Creating something I despise

Is rage always creative
Or just the way I spill my guts
Is this suffering building more lifes
And controlling our views
Towards the wall itself

Social unconformity
Rage against the world itself
No matter how hard we try
No matter how hard we hate…

Always vulnerable towards something they feast upon
Insecure afraid to raise opinion

Nerves turns to a wreck
Stalking the core that already bleeds
Despise your solutions
childish mind with the strength of a [bad word]