The Rage

Listen to all the bullshit lies As they're all said around me See the voice is never heard From the other side And we don't know Just where to run to See the answers never Seem to surface We are young But we ain't free And we will stand All this suffering Cause we are young And we are free And we won't stand No we won't stand All your fuckin' suffering And all the rage And the feelings And all the skies They all turn to red And all my glory For all your bullshit stories Your stories Before I die I'll sing my life Writing from this padded cell living hell And so I take in all their bullshit lies That they throw at me And they despise And on my demise I pray to the Lord Free us all But He can't And as I glance through this rear view I see a new me coming through And how I wish I could go back But I fell off the fuckin' wall and cracked We are young But we ain't free And we will stand All this suffering Cause we are young And we are free And we won't stand No we won't stand All your fuckin' suffering And all the rage And all the feelings And all the skies They all turn to red And all my glory For all your bullshit stories Your stories Before I die I'll sing my life Writing from this padded cell living hell Yeah before I go I'll let the true ones know Please wait behind heavens gates for me Everyday I try and keep myself From goin' under But you see it's all a fucking wonder And everyday I try and cut myself Out from this family tree That you all hung me under Everyday I try and keep myself From goin' under But you see it's all a fucking wonder And everyday I try and cut myself Out from this family tree That you all hung me under Whooa Whooa Sideways Twisted F*ck this Feelings gone