I am on display
My onion skin leaves me no place to hide
And it's obvious
Sometimes there's no turning back
Come again?
Rage has a language all of its own
In riddled pleas
I'm so hard to justify

It wells up inside
Bring me down
Back on the cross
That I bear
I'm nailed clean
And I feel like I'm dying

"Put the anger away," she said
It eases up the more you resist it
Put the anger away
It gets harder the more that you miss it

Like a rock in my throat
The tension mounts and screams to get out
My bonding chains
Stretch and strain my foundation
My genocide
Every cell against the next
Inside this cage my hate is freed

When every minute of every hour of everyday
Of every week of every month of every year
Is dedicated to hate

Put the hate in the Hate Cage
One last place for all your rage