About every cry that rotted in me, never sounding,
About the anger that, having failed to get out, froze in my shoulders,
You can't, you can't do anything about anything I could, but you can't,
About every millimeter of the forbidden self

Hear
It's a song of anger,
That I like the norm to be comfortable with everyone.
Hear
It's a song of anger,
What's in me, let it thunder
Anthem of crumpled grievances

About every time that away chasing conflict like a terrible dream,
Cardboard I saved my cardboard face,
About every time I had to swallow the grudges of a coma,
To stand at my right angle in front of everyone.

Hear
It's a song of anger,
That I like the norm to be comfortable with everyone.
Hear
It's a song of anger,
What's in me, let it thunder
Anthem of crumpled grievances

About the tremor in my hands,
About the heaviness in my head,
About every moment of struggle with yourself
All shy people

Hear
It's a song of anger,
That I like the norm to be comfortable with everyone.
Hear
It's a song of anger,
That I like the norm to be comfortable with everyone.
Hear
It's a song of anger,
Closed behind a wall that seems to all of me
Hear
It's a song of anger,
For everything, at all, listen to what it sounds like.
Anthem of crumpled grievances