From the Reservoir
From the Reservoir (5/19/2008)
I’ve grown sick of the nonsense and non stop barrages
I’ve painted the targets but I try to stay harnessed
And under control with my hands on the dials
As I face all these tests and these nerve bending trials
But control’s not my style, in the past I would lose it
I would flip every lid and then do something stupid
Another war waged out of anger and passion
Torn by the hate and it’s ways of attraction
I pray for distraction, I need it this moment
This rage is so tempting and so very potent
I’m twitching and zoned in on my retribution
A share of the venom and of my destitution
It’s my best solution, the only thing that I know
To give back the pain from the sting that I own
I’d bring it all home and hand you the suit case
Then strangle you up with my own fucking shoe lace
Cause it’s not a new case, but a stored up reaction
Calm fades to black as I hear of your actions
And my satisfaction can be found in the violence
At the hands of the man who had tried to be silent
But I won’t regress there, this will not break me
I’ll say what I say. When I say it, you’ll hate me
And then you can take me for all that I am
The guy in control of the mind of this man
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