we don't need an excuse to fight
the electricity in the air does ignite
rushes over us like a thunderstorm
pacing and pounding the walls
exacerbation gets the best of me
we can predict when it's going to happen
it's too bad it's not the weather
we could get rich on anger
we could get high on conflict
what is there left to do
when the clouds open
and engulf us
maybe we've moved away
fronts that collided
now out to sea
sliding and moving away
we break apart
no longer crashing
no longer hurling noise
just free
just free
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-02-02 02:19:45
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