Mad

My soul is rotten to the core,
my brain is so confused.
I just don't give a damn no more,
I'm sick of being used.

I had to fight for all I've got,
my bodies broke and bruised.
Now my rage is burning hot,
my temper's now short fused.

I used to worry about the world,
what's it ever done for me?
Now my own flag is unfurled,
so that everyone can see.

I'll take care of me, and mine,
we don't need your charity.
Just remember not to cross my line,
or a bullets the last thing you'll see.