Angers like a weapon, you hide it all you life.
You used it when you need it, you never lose the fight.
You control it best you can, you let it lose when yon need.
You never let it take over, you never let it bleed.
Angers like a control, it lets you vent your fear.
You store and save it up, letting it out over the years.
Once or twice you lose the control, theres anger in us all.
It all depends on where you are when you make the call.
You call it up and let it out, then lock it up inside.
Anger flows in and out, its our mental tide.
