The rage is growing up

The rage is growing up

Just faking the pain

That can drive anyone insane

I lie just for not having to die

When you stepped over

I tried to forget desire

But it was a useless effort

Spraying fantasies in my head

Knowing that your perfume was as fake as my hell

The pain was hovering, that day

I’ll deliver my brain in a tray

Carrying within the memories of something vain

‘Cuz when I said despair

The shrink said passive-aggressive

The flowers that grew

Beneath your feet

Were of plastic, carrying no heat

Pleading to be feed

With fantasy

Sex

So did you knew

That my heart isn’t fake;

And you knew that

If you pay it,

You will have the opportunity to break it?

That cybernetic skin

Fakes the human beneath

And when the rage breaks

The metal wings appear

To crack the fear

Of falling too high

When all you wish is to die

The rage installed on my eyes

Can’t see clear, can’t close my eyes

The pumping heart beats in a hurry

And now it’s all blurry

You went with the darkening night

I fly now

‘Cuz nothing lefts of me

Instead of my bleeding

Metal-winged angel