[Verse]
There's a quiet rage living
In the deepest folds of my eardrums
It comes lashing out when it hears some
Story it's hiding from
There's an anger residing in between the
Place where my hip meets the femur
It's aching's constant as a pendulum
Teeth biting against the swinging calm
It started young
Well tempered ticking time bomb
I got stung
There's a lively nature that sits within the
Tiny receptors of my retina
It holds my fire in the interim
Holds my love, my hеart, in safe keeping
It startles some
Likе a piercing tone of a tight skinned drum