Maybe if you'd listen than you'd know what I just said. If you think the words I'm singing are, Why your kids are dead?. . Maybe could it be that no one was there to hear.
In the empty spaces of the mind that's here I store my past. A ghostly image that I fear has yet to be surpassed. I pray that I won't carry all the pain 'til the end.
I'm trapped in the pressure cooker. When will I ever learn?. While my world has reached the boiling. Point of no return. . Don't light a match near me.