The Rage

Call me a quitter, I call it liberation

You call it freedom, I call it tyranny

I'll tear it down, the high horse that you sit on

And punch a hole through your authority

And all will see your rotten core

Your sense of riches, you got it in quotation

Your kind of living, it's a blasphemy

You just wanna squeeze it, the dollar from our living

Your way of burning bridges is a certainty

A fallacy, forever more

These punches rolling in