Rage

I love a good laugh when the time comes right
But I love even more to sing at night
With my eyes closed, as I wander around
when the gunshots and sirens are all that sound

If I showed you my wrath, would you die of fright?
'Cause It's all bottled up, and tucked out of sight.
And the pressure's enough to make me explode
I still have this sense of the death that forebodes.

You see me lost in my world of grey light.
The art comes first, and it all just seems right.
The world so distant, the pencil so smooth.
The notes so clear in the way that they move.

'Cause I've seen what drugs can do to a man
I'll try to save you, if anything can
You are much more than a laugh and a cry
'Cause I see that torment reflects in your eyes.

It looks just like me
Hung in a tree
Bleeding your blood
And buried in threes