Angry Mind

Dynamite in pieces
exploding inside you
praying to Jesus
not knowing what to do

adrenaline pumping
wanting to get out
anger assembling
bursting out to shout

no playing music
no friendly smiles
just anger anger
for another while

hear me world
as my tears sorrow
hear me world
through my wet pillow

accepting your fault
not helping a thing
it's too late now
and it always will

why do i live
reasons no more
when will this living ship
reach its mortal shore

i'd end it myself
but fear of the knife
the fear of hell
that keeps me alive

thank you lord
for this day of sorrow
look down to the shore
as a happy ship follows