On July 19, 2011
I wear my mask of tamed anger
but you know it's fake, right?
You wear the shield of controlled power
holding your breath to spare remarks
The proper acquit is all we left to stay
that cultivated fire that apparently suits the rule
I wish you could track my changes
and silent this pain away
Yo, friend, would you save my mind
I'm too old to wonder blind
Yo, friend, we both know what follows
I'm so close to leave the frame.
You just can't take any chances
no you can't allow the rage
even when feeling takes you
you well chose to say the lie.
mood setter: play!
