Angry Young Man (Crimson)

In his chest, there is a crimson rage
Like a mad beast trapped inside a cage
There is frustration, there is hate
Lust for a world with a darkened fate

Yes in his chest there is a crimson rage
It feeds and grows inside its cage
So does frustration, so does hate
Lust for a world with a darkened fate

But this is what he gets to hear
Every time he can’t hold back
And he lashes out in fear

”Why this rage? Why do you care?”
”You only hurt the ones you love”
”Get a grip; you are naïve”
”The change is all within yourself”

Is he the only one who sees?
A one-eyed man in blind-man’s land
And oh so sick it makes him feel
He could just break right down and scream

“To the entire human race
Just get out of my bloody sight
It’s a challenge I cannot face
But still it makes me want to fight”

He’s disappointed at mankind
He wants to leave it all behind
He’s bitter, he feels so sad
Insufficient, truly mad
And still, it makes him want to fight
And still, it makes him want to fight

And in his chest, a crimson rage
It breeds and breaks out of its cage
So does frustration, so does hate
Lust for a world with a darkened fate

“In my chest, a crimson rage
I am the beast that broke out of its cage
I’m frustration; I am hate
Lust for a world with a darkened fate

And this is what I want to be

This is what I want to be

An angry God – punisher of sinners
The Apocalypse – slayer of the unfit
The Plague – defiler of the unwise
Karma – destroyer of corrupted men

I want to be Gaia
Who will swallow those
Who’ve ravaged the soil…

(If everyone is dead, if everything is gone)
(Who will judge, and who will mourn?)

Come the Apocalypse,
Come the cleansing rain
Wash away our guilt,
Wash away my pain…”