Hot lava burns through my veins
Because the things he likes to say
My fists ball up and swing like tennis rackets through the air
But they collide with my mind
My mind is a volcano and I hold the smoke inside my breath
Sometimes my eyes turn obsidian
And my teeth turn to charcoal
I am burning fuel in my lungs
And I try to breathe
I'm boiling over
I'm boiling over
I'm getting angry
I'm getting angry
I'm getting
