Paroles de Rager

Proceeds, who's in? Who wants a piece of him? So many articles to choose from Comrade, artiste A taste for evidence Hold on to articles of faith Once worth nothing that something touches who you want to be Baggage embodies no one (He is gone) Intrinsic to only one (He is gone) Belongings don't define us Keepsake, fingerprint, scrapbook, record of death Funeral, event, everyone's gonna be there They have to see you pay respects Breathe in, breathe out, random, random, random Who are these fucking idiots? Come on I'm writing you I know this role is tearing you apart Large numbers can't console you (He is gone) Don't let the guilt control you (He is gone) The anger has consumed you Ranting, regret, enrage, screaming next...