Beast

It’s the rage that beats me

You made a fist and it hit me

It almost killed me

It was a hand unknown that moved me

Maybe I’m too callous to be religious

It’s all so crazy to picture

Maybe in the future

Say tomorrow

It’ll show, I am not the enemy

It made a beast of me almost

You tugged heartstrings constantly

I lost my way to pleasure

But to drown is not for me

I’m a moron I admit it

Still, I stampede through their feelings

I’m a cold cold heathen

Still, the hand of God that moved me

It made a beast of me almost

It rigged my, my heartstrings constantly

I lost my pressure

But to drown is not for me

And I am defending my position

And love is the only religion

Maybe in the future

By tomorrow

You’ll recall, how I became the enemy

It made beasts of us

You’re losing sleep on me

You lost your way to pleasure

I’m inventing everything