Bottled up inside of me are mystic yearnings silent offerings no control, no conscious feelings so long ago, those were lost so freely bruised and battered, never knowing what to make of these constant churnings now the star in your left hand is burning... THIS IS MY WRATH THIS IS MY WRATH A vicious cycle that keeps on turning at my disposal is so much suffering just give it up man it isn’t work dying cant you see that there was no point in trying no end in sight yet the end is nearing you know its me of whom you’ve been fearing now that star in your left hand is burning... THIS IS MY WRATH THIS IS MY WRATH