The Hate Cage - Idiot Stare

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