my band got the music down and i had to write words. it's about how pits and bustin heads helps keep me alive.
POOL OF DISARRAY
Another day has come and gone and still I feel the same
A hateful, loathing ball of rage that not a soul could tame
I have decided that I’ll not put up with anymore
Discarding all the rules and kill whoever’s keeping score
My anger is definitive, my only sacred trait
Except, of course, my tendency to batter those I hate
Run fluent, pool of disarray, you’re my sanctuary
The circle of brutality prevents another casualty
this one is nice and short for you lazy people