Rage, I am rage
I'm a burning cauldron of rage

It fires it howls
Its red burning red
I hear the howling sound of my rage

You say you are nice
You say you are fine
But scratch the surface and you like me are rage

Don't ask me to be reasonable
I cant hear you, I'm just not listening

I rage I am rage
I'm a bubbling urning cauldron of rage
IT fires it howls it builds it rage

What triggers it this red hot howl?
Is it a fracture in my head?

Don't ask me to be reasonable
I cant hear you, I'm just not listening

I rage, I am rage
I'm a burning cauldron of rage

A blind destructive force thunders through my body
Like a hurricane
I can't stop, I cant stop it
This anger tearing through me, wild, untamed
Like a hurricane
I can t strop it I just can t stop it
I am rage, a bubbling cauldron of rage
I want to drown in rage
I want to burn in rage
I hear all the sounds, the sounds of my rage

I cant see I cant hear
I just feel the burning
I am blind and I am rage
Im a bubbling cauldron of rage

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): GEORGINA MARY BIRCH, MARTIN GLOVER