““I'm angry at the lies that hide behind my eyes But untangling them scares me, so I keep them alive. I'm angry at the chip in my tooth and the crick in my back, And the fact that it's too late to change my track. I'm angry that my heart beat is a stutter and my mouth follows suit And that the rain seeps in through the holes in my boots I'm angry that not one of you will know what I mean Even if I break it into syllables and put it on a screen I'm angry that the world keeps its answers under lock and key If it's revealing them to anyone, it sure isn't me I'm angry that there's more of us on Earth than there has been before And though it's doubtful we can take it, people still want more I'm angry at the idleness that you call industry Call it caution, call it planning, but it looks like lethargy I'm angry that my friends are strangers, even after we meet As though we know we'll never ever see the other one's street I'm angry that we hide behind the media-sphere Though all of us are present, there is nobody here I'm angry that the world demands I stay on the ball I'm angry that I'm not angry-- at all.””
