True Liberty
mad at the world
You got up on the wrong side of bed
Violence and rage already in your head
So pent up you got a short lit fuse
I donât know why this is the life you choose
Youâre mad
Mad at the world
Youâre mad
Mad at the world
You hold a grudge like itâs your job
But itâs your own piece of mind your insanity robs
Like a bull in a glass shop
Youâre out of control, it has to stop
Let it go you foolish man
Release the hate thatâs in your hands
Let it go itâs killing you
Itâs your choice what will you do