walk around angry it’s an angry world.
lovers ain’t got it. actors ain’t got it.
warriors, real warrirors, ain’t angry.
it takes a special bag of skin to be angry right.
take a look at the guys they want us to be
all cool and when they kill they wipe their heads
and get a little pensive, say it’s just a job.
no, no, no. we can be better than that.
we’ve got that iguana thing in our heads
and when we get mad we slip the noose of
mammalia and get scaly. don’t even know
what comes outta my mouth then. angry
is an amnesia, a pure brain wash. if you got eyes
you wanna wash your brain all the time. angry
pretty planet and its illusions. pretty people
shocked all the time by the chaos of plain old life.
walkabout angry, sing a song of angry at every turn,
they don’t see how effortless it is to just be this way
and how clean it feels to admit the anger at play
is who you are. scream it out: angry. this world
makes me angry. those clothes make me angry.
your innocence makes me angry. my cynicism
makes me angry. optimism makes me rage.
pessimism makes me kill. I kill myself. break myself
on it. lizards of glass. me the angry lizard. me in shards.
me cut the foot of the planet in death. me spitting at you.
me know you care not. you want love. me not the loving kind.
thank god there is a me as balance for a you.
Dark Matter 