-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.9 May 2003

So many problems in this world today
I get more cuts and bruises everyday
I’m crazy, sick and twisted, you just can’t
Mess with this, Hell man, when you get right
Down to it I’m ballistic, found, bound
Within my rights, I put on my gloves and let’s
Get on with this fight, don’t back away, and cuss
Today’s that day I unleash my rage, my anger
So vivid the earth trembles, it shakes and it quakes
But first, I really ought to finish ironing these napkins.