The rage does grow upon my soul
The vines of evil jealousy
Until they hold and take control
They slowly consume all of me
They fill me with a silent rage
A passion for a dubious hate
How I must fight to subdue this
Before it gets too very late
The greenness rises from the depths
It seems that I have lost the fight
And now it seems I'm nothing more
Than a man of evil rage and might
Entangled in this mess of vines
A man once innocent you'll find