- An industrial noise-maker.  Drudging along with chaotic atonality at its center, this is the embodiment of musical adrenaline. 

Verse 1
Back in the front,
Can't see the lines anymore.
Back in your face,
Won't tolerate your intrusions no more.

You're falling in.
You cannot see.
On the other side,
You'll bow to me!

I'm in a rage!
You've woken my demons within.
Blood in my eyes!
I feel the rush come again.

I'm in a rage!
It's setting in.
Feel the blood rush.
Here I come again!

My blood boils.
I've got you under my skin.
You're in my sights.
It's time for your pain to begin.

I'm in a rage!
It's setting in.
Feel the blood rush.
Here I come again!