Текст песни Anger Like A Weapon - Midrone

I carried my anger like a weapon
Unconcealed
No apology
I was angry

Angry at the truck driver
Who cut the road in front of my father's car
Angry at my father for choosing that road, that fateful morning
For rushing through an orange light
Getting there a few seconds too early to avoid the accident
Or for being too slow, and ending up on the path of that truck
For being there, in the wrong spot, at the wrong time
For not catching the flu, and calling in sick
For not running out of gas
And then angry at him for not surviving
For dying

I was angry at my mother for still being there when he no longer was
Angry at people who didn't know how to act around me
Who didn't know what to say
For coming up with lame formulas
Out of new age self-help books about grieving
Crap like: "Everything happens for a reason."
What reason? There could be no reason for my father dying
None
Ever

I carried my anger like a weapon
Unconcealed
No apology
I was angry

Because anger is easier than true, gut-wrenching sadness
Because anger gets you going, moving, pulsing
Adrenaline pumping
Brains crashing with blood-red thoughts that blot out the pain
Illusion

Anger keeps you moving until your heart roars in your ears
Until your lungs burn
You're faster
You're ahead
You'll outrun it
It'll collapse before you do

It doesn't
Pain doesn't rush
Pain doesn't press or hurry
Pain is
Not mean
Not vindictive
Just is

I carried my anger like a weapon
Unconcealed
No apology
I was angry
Not knowing
Anger just makes you lonely