I’m gettin’ this rage-thumpin’ beatin’ in my fingertips,
my heart’s doin’ it’s best to beat down the walls of me.
tread real careful, and you might hear the thunder.
this ain’t a warnin’ ‘cause you won’t take it.
rain-drops splatterin’,
lightnin’ scatterin’,
somewhere ’round a hundred miles, or more,
it all turns to snow anyhow.
‘n for all that steamin’ rage,
don’t mean shit to you.
