ANGRY AGAIN   								          
(by D. Mustaine)

The more of you that I inspect, the more of me I see reflect,
the more I try to read your lips, the more mask you're wearing rips,
but when I seek out your voice, my ears are overcome with noise,
you show and tell the greatest ease, raving impossibilities.

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, 
enraged my mind and starts to smoke,
enforce a mental overload: angry again, angry again, angry, ohw...

And when the story takes a twist, it folds like a contortionist,
slight of hand and quick exchange, the old tricks have been re-arranged.

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, 
enraged my mind and starts to smoke,
enforce a mental overload: angry again, angry again, angry...
                                      
Searing of the sinew, my body fights for air,
the ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear,
gravity's got my bones, it pulls my flesh away,
the steam finally dissipates, I make out my sweaty face...

Association that I choose, game I inevitably lose,
governed by laws set up by me, fracture it's jaw to let me be,
a cut-out cardboard condo maze, filled with an insubordinate race,
irrational youths stop to stare, as music rubber hosed the air.

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, 
enraged my mind and starts to smoke,
enforce a mental overload: angry again, angry again, angry again...
...And again and again, again...

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, 
enraged my mind and starts to smoke,
enforce a mental overload: angry again, angry again, angry, ohw...