Mad At the World

You got up on the wrong side of bed
Violence and rage already in your head
So pent up you got a short lit fuse
I don’t know why this is the life you choose
You’re mad
Mad at the world
You’re mad
Mad at the world
You hold a grudge like it’s your job
But it’s your own piece of mind your insanity robs
Like a bull in a glass shop
You’re out of control, it has to stop
Let it go you foolish man
Release the hate that’s in your hands
Let it go it’s killing you
It’s your choice what will you do