Every time I see,
a shriveled up old man,
with grey hair
and grey beard,
something happens
that's so totally weird.
I become unbelievably enrage,
and couldn't be held,
by the most well built cage.
I just want to pounce
on top of the mother fucker,
and beat him to fucking death.
I don't understand,
it's not like me,
I need to know,
I need to see,
because this
is scaring me,
that my rage
could run away.
Seems like more and more
as time goes by,
I'm noticing more of these
grey bearded strangers,
that have done nothing to me,
yet are my blood sworn enemies.
If I don't gain control,
I'm sure I'll see,
a judge setting
in front of me,
and I pray his hair
is black.
My mind,
I'm losing my mind,
help me,
please,
help me.
I don't understand,
it's not like me,
I need to know,
I need to see,
because this
is scaring me,
that my rage
could run away.
Seems like more and more
as time goes by,
I'm noticing more of these
grey bearded strangers,
that have done nothing to me,
yet are my blood sworn enemies.
If I don't gain control,
I'm sure I'll see,
a judge setting
in front of me,
and I pray his hair
is black.
My mind,
I'm losing my mind,
help me,
please,
help me.