Volcano

There's a rumble down below, a whisper in the ground

A pulse beneath the surface, the quietest of sounds

I keep a steady face while my veins begin to glow

Holding back the fire, afraid of what might show

I'm a volcano, pressure building up inside

One spark could set it off, nowhere left to hide

I feel the heat, it's ready to explode

This burning rage, my heavy load

Volcano!

Pressure building up inside