Hold fast that tongue lest it scorn you

Quick temper robs sharp wit of its virtue

Swallow that knife before cuts through

Shut your fucking mouth or hear your devils speak first

There's only so many demons a man can fucking kill

You beat one down another rears its head, asserts its will

'Cause all this love is not enough

To balance out the hate you feel

You hurt what you love, burn what you touch

Empires rise and they fall, in this chest every day

A peaceful state comes undone, replaced by dictates of pain

But with these lungs I'll overcome

Or exile myself from what I love

If you can't beat it down, then you can't open up

It's coming, coming back again

Bottled, conditioned, served to friends and kin

You let the pressure build then unleash disaster

A slave to your faults, the most cunning of masters

Rage is happy to sleep, but it fucking loves to wake

It grows

So slow

In my throat

It's not a battle within, but cowardice come alive

Fears manifest they lash out, weakness personified

But you can't grow if you won't kill

The ugliness in yourself

Hate is a vice, rage is a crutch

It's coming, coming back again

Bottled, conditioned, served to friends and kin

You let the pressure build then unleash disaster

A slave to your faults, the most cunning of masters

Rage is happy to sleep, but it fucking loves to wake

It's coming, it's coming, it's coming

It's coming, it's coming

Hold fast that tongue lest it scorn you

Quick temper robs sharp wit of its virtue

Swallow that knife before cuts through

Shut your fucking mouth or hear your devils speak first