The Hole by Gauntlet
The straw that breaks the camel�s back
Blood stains on broken glass
Primal reactions I can�t repress
Refresh the demon again and again and again...
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away
But there�s no more room in this rusty cage
Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin
The air is getting thin
Storming around the place
Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath
I feel better if I hurt myself
I�m still searching for the hole
Where all my anger began to flow
It�s an ugly trip inside
I�m afraid� I know just what I�ll find
There�s something here that isn�t right
I don�t wanna hurt you
I don�t want to see you cry
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