From the deepest core of self From my internal slumber From the place where all seems futile And defiance no longer screams I have awoken It calls me My uproar! It fills me To rid all My uproar! My uproar! In me new found strength Born from hate and corruption My uproar! No second guessing No contemplating right or wrong Its just a fact, this rage is pure! The suffering, the misery The sickening dishonesty The conjuring, the agony Blessed by my war
uproar, dishonesty, guessing, conjuring, contemplating