Cacophony Of Anger (Heir Apparent)

Somehow, somewhere, someone Sold me the wrong set of dreams Like a rag doll in careless hands I come apart at the seams Like a willow I'm bending -an actor pretending The script I've been given is true Like a child that is force-fed I'm throwing this shit back at you Anger and fury my Anger and fury my Anger and Fury my Anger and fury my Wall of anger -my cacophony Neon and screens were my feeling machines No wonder I feel like a fool I'm a fire of resentment with media methane as fuel My soul and the soles of my shoes both have holes Still somehow I get through the sorrow Two pairs of socks and a shot in the arm 'till tomorrow