Anger


The man in the dark,
That lives in the clouds.
He comes at night and stands over head,
He sings a song that only you can hear,
He send his hand and reaches for you neck,
He then strangles you till you are out of air.

The man in the dark,
That hides behind the clock,
He knows all you want and all that you need,
He searches for your fears on which he feeds,
He takes all you have and takes away sleep,
He gets into your head and controls how you think.

The man in the dark,
That brings out what we are
The man in the dark,
He is our Anger and Hate.

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