I've come to realize that the rage I feel,
stems from a lack of control.
I am unable to control all these things around me,
and so I feel compelled to tear it down.
But the solution instead was so simple:
Obtain control over all things,
and satisfy the demon inside of me.
The only question, however, is this:
Are you going to come with me?
After all, I'm sure you feel the same way;
you feel a certain form of sickness
at the complexity that is nigh constantly forced upon you,
and you tire of it.
I'm sure you would much prefer a single direction,
a single vision, a single purpose.
One unified dream in which you are guided and given a choice,
For freedom and purpose must exist in balance
And an excess of either, gives us a world to burn...