See, I'm not letting you break me down anymore.
No longer a wallflower - no longer the silent type,
but I might hold my tongue. Waiting for a resolution
to come, or I can scream at the top of my lungs,
and I can beat you like a drum.
Like Brian Viglione.

I decided to release my rage. I might be trapped
inside a cage for days, but hey. My hands are
wet; it's from the tears I bet, and yet I can seem
okay. Let me go! Take me home, and leave me
alone. Smash you like a piano; my fingers all tangled.
Like Amanda Palmer.

Just release it. Don't hold it in.
Even if you lose you win.
It may seem like you've lost it all.
Throw a fit like the Dresden Dolls.

Come on! What have you got to lose?
Come on! What do you have to prove?
It may seem like you've lost it all.
Throw a fit like the Dresden Dolls!

Beat the shit out of whatever you find.
Anger is a feeling that you shouldn't hide.
Beat the shit out of whatever you find.
Anger is a feeling you cannot hide.

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