Anger's Daughter

Missiles of mistrust and combating reality, 

My heart in my throat, it’s new home,

Of retribution and what I was sold. 

Metal, guns, bullets that rattle your bones, 

America fears what it doesn’t care to know.

Your “consciousness” is false confidence,

Arrogance, pride, and conceit.

Dogma to which you’re obedient, 

Morals you forgo with vehement

To fit the mold they gave you.

A wandering mind is dangerous

And i’m looking for a fight.