Your anger is outrageous but no longer contagious Im laughing as you hiss and spit sitting there talkin shit Go ahead im empty dead I gave up on emotion and accepted the empty. I live with a hole in my belly A dangerous stew stirred with your yelling I hear you loud and shrill in my ear No longer listening to the words im not trying to hear This may be an outlet but im waitng for that vision that one day i will be forgiven for the sins that im living I dont do drugs or smoke but my temples been broken But im still addicted to that angry feeling I except an emotion of and kind Im not sitting here to make lyrics or rhymeThis is my meditation my medication a form of mediation But for now my guts have spilled but that boiling but is being stirred still.