Testo di Rage

Puppets dancing on the stage Laughter sorrow, and then there's pain There's a glare in my eyes Circus clowns in a disguise The ringmaster pulls my strings Knowing that tomorrow, I'll break free I refuse to be a slave To conform, to conformity Someone ripped out my intestines I never thought, we'd come so empty I'm always torn, then stitched at the knees Here's my rage, my rage, for reality For my reality, for my reality Someone ripped out my intestines I never thought, we'd come so empty I'm always torn, then stitched at the knees Here's my rage, my rage, for reality Here's my rage