Alex Klinov — The Rage

It seemed that I have lost control but I just cannot push the “cancel”.

Confused. Thoughts are ugly. Consuming. Monstrous.

Harrowing and pathetic I’m lost in nothingness.

What’s so wrong in a self-destruct

When i just fall dawn in your deep blue eyes and

What’s so wrong in a blood contract

If the meaning of sign is just to understand.

Rage is my own cage.

I’m in search for revenge.

Blood can make me feel like I’m never end

Rage is a plato stage.

It’s so fucking strange.

Rage’s abusing my mind. It’s what I can’t transcend.

I’ve tried to freeze my conscious. Can’t find way out of stress.

Despaired and depressed I want to clean this mess.

I’ve given push to anger but hope can’t be for real.

I’ll wait until the angel will give me wings to steal.

What the hell are you waiting for?

Take my fallen soul in your burning hands and

Give me strength to receive control

And extract our bleed to a new life from sands of time.