Letra de At Himself

He'd been dulling the knife for too long Walking pupa wings still curled If called pathetic He used to argue Pitched plant seedlings he's thrown away Filled with rage, filled with rage Filled with rage, filled with rage Filled with rage at himself Ha can't believe he'd walked in such circles No more Now he's ready, poised for hunger No longer can he rely On any other person than himself Now he's ready, poised for hunger No longer can he rely On any other person than himself Filled with rage, filled with rage Filled with rage, filled with rage Filled with rage at himself