Текст песни Rage - Kevin Wulf

Tasting the rage, through the gold of the cage, feeling cold on the stage, anyhow
Fate stayed the same. was it cool, Was it lame? Wasn't good, wasn't sane, anyhow

Tasting the rage, feel it go, feel it stay, feel it claw at your face, anyhow
Fate was a game, let it flow down the drain, let it go up in fire, anyhow
Hold close the fire, anyhow