I sit here with this restless feeling
Trying to escape
I try to breathe, to stay calm
But all I feel is hateIt's not directed anywhere
To anyone person or place
So I direct it at myself
Rather than empty spaceI sit here with this empty feeling
Waiting to explode
I need to leave this workroom now
I need to hit the roadIf I don't all hell brakes loose
I shut down deep inside
And all that rage and hate I have
Will just wait and bideI need some way to expel this demon
To get rid of strife
If only there was something I could do
Oh look...
A knife...