I got in my home and I ran in my room I cut off the lights and the pressure consumed me Wet is my face from the tears in my eyes I can taste them they're salty my life I despise No matter how often I'm beat down and shocking Tears falling upon a shotgun I'm cocking Alone in the corner sitting on the floor My feelings hurt so bad they dead to the core Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow Red six sixty five on the clock radio Illuminating the shadows sprawled out on the wall The scariest imagery I've ever saw I symbol up anger as strong as a tornado Of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle And shocking is the impact of his fist It woke me up to the simple fact that I'm