The battle of explode.

me and my rage!
Countless o page.
Me o my rage.

Together in countless rage!
In everything it is nothing good
to be twice and triple by violence of hatred
and rage in a cage of a body of rage against the
world of gore.


Me or my rage.
Will it me or will the rage win in the end.
Me or my rage. Will it be me or will the rage
win in the end..

Will it win in the end. I will not ascend.
For all the hate I cannot pretend that anything even
happens to work out.

Me or my rage.
Will it work out or rage apart me.
Than some countless rage that is twice and triple in
brutal of me.
Of me.


Me o my rage.
Me o my rage.
Me o my rage.


Something brutal of me.
Me. Something brutal of me.
Me,!~
Some brutal of me! Me.

Something brutal not at all
but everything is rushing out of me.


Currents so violent.
Can not quip the silence.

And no more can you go.
No more can you go.......!

Till the rage wins over me
and ascends the hell for me.
O-what in the end was the purpose of exploding here.

In the end it was a explosion timed me and no one will
the discipline to see it was all a cruel battle that I finally
see that only you can utilize anger and brutality for something
good to explode right in front of a terrorist like you!