Lyrics

Anger’s a beast that I can’t keep caged,
Rage bubbling under like I’m trapped on stage.
Pages turning, thoughts burning, I’m lost in flames,
Tossed and chained, but my mind’s off the frame.
I can’t explain how the pressure explodes,
Every second it grows like I’m next to implode.
I’m reckless and cold, spitting venom in rows,
Stepping heavy on toes just to settle the blows.

I feel it brewing, this storm inside,
A monsoon of chaos that I can’t let slide.
I hide behind smirks, disguising the hurt,
But my fists clench tight while my insides burst.
Every word’s like a spark, igniting the fire,
And I’m feeding the flames with my spiteful desires.
I’m wired to fight, throwing punches at the air,
But the battlefield’s empty—nobody’s there.

It’s a war that I fight with myself,
A toxic dance with my mental health.
I dwell in the shadows where anger thrives,
Where logic dies and the beast survives.
I try to disguise it, bury it deep,
But it claws through the cracks when I’m barely asleep.
It seeps through my pores, a poisonous flood,
And my thoughts drip black like I’m bleeding mud.

I shrug it off, laugh, like it’s nothing at all,
But inside, I’m a grenade that’s ready to fall.
I’m raw, no filter, emotions exposed,
A hurricane trapped in a human soul.
I patrol my thoughts, looking for peace,
But I’m stuck in a loop that will never release.
The leash is gone, I’m unleashed at last,
A wrecking ball smashing through the cracks of my past.

I ignite, slow to let go,
Fueling the fire that’s burning my flow.
Each word’s like a dagger, aimed at the core,
And I can’t find the key to unlock the door.
I explore every corner of this venomous maze,
Lost in the haze of adrenaline-fueled rage.
The stage is mine, and I’m burning it down,
A crown of flames resting on my frown.

Now I’m spitting lava, words scorching the ground,
Every syllable’s a missile that’s spinning around.
I’m bound by the weight of emotions I fear,
A prisoner of my fury, but the end’s nowhere near.
It steers my every move, I’m trapped in its grip,
Tethered to anger like a sinking ship.
But I’ll flip the script, let the chaos unwind,
Turn the pain into fuel for my violent rhymes.

Each line’s a punch, every verse is a hit,
And I’m swinging at the world, refusing to quit.
I spit with venom, acidic and pure,
A symphony of wrath that’s too raw to endure.
It won’t last, this storm will fade,
But for now, I’m engulfed in the mess I’ve made.
Every shade of my soul is painted in red,
An inferno of thoughts that won’t leave my head.

Instead, I let it burn, let the flames take hold,
A furnace of rage that’s consuming my soul.
But I’m bold in my chaos, a fire untamed,
And I’ll carve my wrath into history’s frame.
Blame me for the havoc, the damage, the scars,
But anger’s my fuel, and I’m reaching for stars.
So I tear through the night, let the fury stay,
Till the flames fade out and I’m free to say:
I owned my pain, I forged my fire,
And I rose from the ashes, a force entire.