Cacophony Of Anger

Somehow, somewhere, someone

Sold me the wrong set of dreams

Like a rag doll in careless hands

I come apart at the seams

Like a willow I'm bending -an actor pretending

The script I've been given is true

Like a child that is force-fed

I'm throwing this shit back at you

Anger and fury my

Anger and fury my

Anger and Fury my

Anger and fury my

Wall of anger -my cacophony

Neon and screens were my feeling machines

No wonder I feel like a fool

I'm a fire of resentment with media methane as fuel

My soul and the soles of my shoes both have holes

Still somehow I get through the sorrow

Two pairs of socks and a shot in the arm 'till tomorrow