And whatever you may do, won't you do it quick?
Void and formless, I walk this highway of glass
Just trying to confront my still reoccurring past
I drop bombs
I'm pulling arms
I'm burning bridges
Still dropping bombs
Well I'd been dropping bombs, pulling arms, forsaking all that I'd thought
Fear turned to rage yet I still sought the very face of god
What you think I'm bout' to say? It was all my bad?
When you bitches told me give up all I've ever had
Fear turned to rage