The Hate Cage کے بول

I am on display My onion skin leaves me no place to hide And it's obvious Sometimes there's no turning back Come again? Rage has a language all of its own In riddled pleas I'm so hard to justify It wells up inside Bring me down Back on the cross That I bear I'm nailed clean And I feel like I'm dying "Put the anger away," she said It eases up the more you resist it Put the anger away It gets harder the more that you miss it Like a rock in my throat The tension mounts and screams to get out My bonding chains Stretch and strain my foundation My genocide Every cell against the next Inside this cage my hate is freed When every minute of every hour of everyday Of every week of every month of every year Is dedicated to hate Put the hate in the Hate Cage One last place for all your rage