Impulsive کے بول

My rage is on the top When I look at this world in chaos I explode inwardly and I don't want to become like that I look into the mirror and see a monster with bloody hands I wander and beat wildly around Is that all what have could been? My thoughts become iller and iller The days always gray and tears always heavy Is everything in this world ill what lives? God help me because I never could do this alone In this mirror I look I see what's real Inside I'm sick this to feel On my hands there sticks the blood I never can wash away Impulsive