Indeed I've sucked it up to heights
Unknown to those outside
My body has contained and suppressed
And swallowed and abetted
Oh, I am a stranger to myself
Beneath altruism dwells
A force uncontended
A voice that is tempered
To boiled and unhindered

Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I don't say something soon
I will break from the weight of the high road I take
No

Indeed I need my chance to flail
Some room to unravel
I need a chance to blame for two minutes
Unbridled, unbrazened
So I need imaginings of maiming
Fantasies of outright screaming
I need a chance to thrash for minutes
Uncontained, unforgiving

Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I don't do something soon
I will die from restraint
G# a sick subjugate
No

I will move beyond, I'm certain of that
The sooner I go the quicker I'll be back
I would not threaten or cause you any harm
Have to get this out or my light will go out

Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I don't do something soon
I will die from restraint
G# a sick subjugate