Bow before my rage, it’s new.
And it’s just become alive.
You thought I’d take this from you?
You’re in for such a surprise.
Open up your shallow eyes!

Take a look at my bleeding hands.
I think the violence makes me real.
Not that anything ever can.
Because I will never heal.
But at least it helps me feel.

I need to feel your pain.
I embrace your sorrow.
Because all I have to gain,
is all that I can borrow.
Without it there is no tomorrow.

You can chain me down.
And try to make me go.
But until I'm in the ground,
fear is all you'll know.
Because your end makes me whole.

I have only one way to feel alive.
And only one way to express.
So it shouldn't come as any suprise,
that I require your death.
If you took away the violence, I'd have nothing left.