What Doesn´t Kill Us...
by:
Gauntlet
The straw that breaks the camel’s back
Blood stains on broken glass
Primal reactions I can’t repress
Refresh the demon again and again and again...
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away
But there’s no more room in this rusty cage
Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin
The air is getting thin
Storming around the place
Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath
I feel better if I hurt myself
I’m still searching for the hole
Where all my anger began to flow
It’s an ugly trip inside
I’m afraid… I know just what I’ll find
There’s something here that isn’t right
I don’t wanna hurt you
I don’t want to see you cry
Hidden in a corner, my hands cover my face
I must admit that I need help
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away
But there’s no more room in this rusty cage
Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin
The air is getting thin
Storming around the place
Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath
I feel better if I hurt myself
I’m still searching for the hole
Where all my anger began to flow
It’s an ugly trip inside
I’m afraid… I know just what I’ll find
Angry for this, angry for that
I am done for, there’s no turning back
In my mouth a bitter taste
Molotov cocktails to quench my thirst