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Keeping things bottled up can erupt when you least expect it. |
| Out of Control Fire burning deep within, skin as cold as ice. Hidden is the fury, by my mask of calm. Torturing my soul, with increasing pain. One day I will erupt, causing everybody harm. How long will it be, before the mask slips. When rage takes over, seeing red mist. I don't want to hurt you, I'm out of control. Come lets talk calmly, please, I insist. |