From the deepest core of self
From my internal slumber
From the place where all seems futile
And defiance no longer screams
I have awoken
It calls me
My uproar
It fills me
To rid all
My uproar
My uproar
In me new found strength
Born from hate and corruption
My uproar
No second guessing
No contemplating right or wrong
It's just a fact, this rage is pure
The suffering, the misery
The sickening dishonesty
The conjuring, the agony
Blessed by my war