My anger is getting the best of me
Fury raging, taking every joy I try to keep
I'm at the end of the road
The bend in the rope

The voice in my head screaming
'Choke, you can't cope anymore.
Solace was another empty promise
Holding deceit just behind grinding teeth

I'm sick of failing
Sick of struggling for self-symmetry I can't reach
And I'm empty on the inside
I wear this smiling guise with pride

If I'm angry, then I'm alive
I'll drown trying to turn this tide
In my head, I built a prison from the scars of my past
In a bed of my own bones

Laid every pleasant memory to rest
I'm dying here
My anger is getting the best of me
Fury raging, but I'll sail on to calmer seas

Can't get a grip
End of the road
I want no part of this
Bend in the rope

Trying to cope
Finding routine in suffering
Bend in the rope
Trying to cope