Can't you see I'm angry?
Do you wonder why?
Do you see the steam
rising to the sky?
Those fumes are my creation.
I set them all aflame.
They pushed me off the edge.
For this, I felt no shame.
I watched the woodwork burn.
Red washed away my sight.
As soon as I came to,
I knew I wasn't right.
I still felt no pain.
My memory left me.
I don't know what I did,
when I could not see.
I got my revenge,
I know this to be true.
I could not reverse this,
but I don't think I want to.
I can feel the burn
from my face to my chest.
It will not leave my being,
until I can confess.
Those thoughts will never leave my mind,
I will not speak a word.
Even though I don't feel remorse,
I'm still a murderer!
I wash my hands of this.
What's done can not be fixed.
My temper and my conscience,
they never really mixed.
That is why I am so cold,
distant and aloof.
You are the only ones I've told
the complete and total truth.
You don't know my name,
so there's no need to fret.
The best you can do to sleep at night
is make yourself forget.
Get me out of your head.
There's no point in your worry.
I'm already dead.
I was in such a hurry.
Murder & Anger Are No Different
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