Took the head off the innocent again how 'bout that?

Brought the mood of the room to stand still how 'bout that?

I'd rather spit in their face than face it

I'm not the fool

They're impossible

Anger in my heart is murder and God knows that

Cuz he does, I will too

But anger weighs my body down

Feel it growing

Keep it all in and seperate myself

Bitterness and words of resentment never leave my mouth

Know it by my silence or hear it from someone else

I'd rather be dead if the Lord had a scoreboard

So why should I condemn and criticize?

I see the sun going down again how about that?

Cuz he does, I will too

But anger weighs my body down

I feel it growing, eat all your words

Reap what you sow 'Oh No!'

Since he does, I will too

But murder weighs this body down

I feel it growing silence that kills

In pride, I confide

Instead of release I keep it locked up inside

Question is asked, nothing I say

A lie, lie, lie, lie

Resolve it and reconcile

Forgive and reconcile