Lights Out

You can break it if you fake it
Come on and shake it
We’re rolling here
Just throw a fit
We’re getting there
And other shit
That you won’t admit
Is killing me
Other things you really ought to see
You think I’m going of my own volition
When all the troubles you can see are superstitions
You think I’m moving cause my inhibitions
Are caused by something nobody but you envision
Tell me
Do you find pleasure
In applying pressure
To my castle walls on the threshold?
Can you do better
Than sturm und drang?
Or would some clement weathr
Dull your fangs?
Is the violence your angst
Manifst in me?
Am I just the red you see?