Anger
(Text: Seibold; Musik: Filipitsch/Seibold)
Dezember 2003

I feel anger.
Boiling in my veins. Foaming in my blood.
Tearing down my future, dreams and thoughts.

I feel anger.
Calling up my name. Not to be ashamed of,
but I try to blame it on anyone.

Now I’m nearly laid low,
Hardly able to stow.
And the only good thing is to know…

…that you’re here by my side,
…that we’d both leave tonight.
So I don’t need a destination at all.
(Don’t need to go…)

I feel anger.
Each asshole comes along, they all hitted me a blow.
Now I’m off the hinges, damaged, soaked.

I feel anger.
Counted out at Five, outwitted and belied.
As I left the ring, the whole crook’s a smile.

Now I’m nearly laid low,
Hardly able to stow.
And the only good thing is to know…

…that you’re here by my side,
…that we’d both leave tonight.
So I don’t need a destination at all.
(Don’t need to go…)

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