I used to think my thoughts made me mad - then I realized I was just mad with thoughts. Taught my hands to speak my mind - the inside of a fist is soft. Had 6 strings to take my mind off of things - to ventilate hostility with positivity. And control my aggressive tendencies - cause what I am is what you hear. It's a piece of me to outlive my flesh - and continue my bloodline. Like a child yet complete in it's form - like a child but you can't mold it wrong. An angry kid becomes an angry man. And the pendulum swings like a thinking mind. The pendulum swings and it passes time. Like a mood it swings me wide. Until I've lost my balance and fallen to it. Like a mindquake it puts me through it. Like a hand shake it greets me. As it cheats me of a content life. And in the end we bend to make amends. Before your own angst eats ya. And to those that made winter so cold. I hope your food repeats ya. And in my darkest room I feel my way through - guided by a short leash. Made of sound to keep down - the part of me I fear. It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test - gives it power. And devours my awareness - of what's waiting under my skin. ...and in the end we bend to make amends. Cause any one of us can blow up. And so I'm not covered in your food before ya do. I really hope ya throw up. ...and in the end we bend to make amends. Cause any one of us can blow up. Since I'll be there to collect my share. I'd like to see ya throw up