Let’s contemplate, and weave a crown of sin
And for this task let Anger kick us off
Why is it bad if my blood should begin
To boil and fill my soul with burning
Wrath?
When shitty modern life drives me insane
And nothing in the world seems to make
sense
How can I clear a space inside my brain
Or relax when the pressure’s most intense?
I hit the kids when I’m pissed off, so
what?
I swear at cunts who cut me up in cars
Love and peace man, they mean diddley-swat
I like to get in fights at night in bars
‘Cause Anger can be power and I trust
That Wrath is no more sinning than is Lust
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