I've been silent, letting this sit Stoic and unmoved -- know this is what I meant If Dante had his way, then so will I By the fire rain, you'd want me burned alive For my crimes, you claim, against nature But you would sit frozen at the center For your crimes against your very own For treachery is the worst sin one could condone
Falls pristine, and luscious fields of green Oh, how the fallen still all yearn for these Bearing within myself the weight of this fury Sunken beneath the marshes of hostility And don't you try to deny what you did! I'll see to it myself after our lives are lived Then resurface from this misery mire and breathe in the air of Hellfire
You, and me! On the shore of the Styx I will give your rage a fix 'Cause I've been sullen far too long Pacifist without principle Air with no motion...
Now! Behold the souls of those whom anger overcame!
Gotta let it go, learn to let it go... Gotta let it go, learn to let it go... Gotta let it go, learn to let it go...