I control my destiny,could this be a apfiney?,maybe its my environmental history, some say life is indeed a mistery,just ask hilary.
I can't and i won't let my inner demonds get the best of me, I control the rage inside,that whild beast,that pleagues and tease me,trying to claim my soul.torchering,
me, slowly, and mentally,a mind, minipulater, that anger,is like a stranger,its like a troll, it gives u cold emotions,as ur thoughts, becoming a raging insanity,within, just waiting to jump out.
a dark wave, like the sound of thunder,my inner voice say pause ,Let me exhale and inhale,from the diafram, so i can be calm,no need for an alarm,this is an artistic choice,dark rage,
is a danger, it will eat youalive,but its in everyone,
like a lamb to the slaughter, warn ur sons and daughters,but i'll would try to,exricate and eliberate my mind,from this creature,let nature be my guide.I control my overwhelming gathic heart,. its call the dark rage, of life.
Dark Rage, like an evil page,there's gonna be a hanging on a wooden stage,his shockled and cuffsin his cage,its anger death and rage,he is ready to meet his maker,call the ,
undertaker, Dark rage is in the air, evil like a horror is near.like a grizzly bear,hungry for blood,you can't escape , Dark Rage is everywhere.but I control my destiny, could this.
be a apfiney, dark rage, is the other side of us, u and me.life is what we make it, we just can't shake it,but we can always debate it.