The Anger is Rising

The Anger is Rising

The anger is rising and it’s getting hard to hide.
Tell me it’ll be alright, tell me just turn the page,
and you’ll see the other side, the me that’s filled with rage.

There’s no turning back now,
there’s no more faking.
I wanna calm down, don’t know how,
I feel like my mind is baking.

Sadness turns to anger, turns to rage inside,
it’s all part of grieving? Fuck this ride.

Breaking crap just to hear the crackle of the crash,
mourning and stressing over deaths and cash.
Haunted by ghosts I can’t outrun anymore,
don’t try and tell me there’s something better in store.
Don’t paint me with your grand facade and fantasy,
don’t offer me your empty sympathy.

Tell me it’ll be alright, tell me just turn the page,
and you’ll see the other side, the me that’s filled with rage.

There’s something creeping in the air tonight,
a memory of a spirit hidden from the light.
It’s not something you can just turn your eyes and see,
but I know there’s something haunting me.

There’s something coming in the wind tonight,
I don’t know whether to embrace it or turn away in fright.
Cross myself and try to hide from the sound,
they always come knocking when no one’s around.

There’s nothing serious, nothing shocking,
I just can’t go outside anymore
when I hear the knocking,
the ghost outside the door.

There’s something waking me from my dreams at night.