Road Rage Comes In From The Cold

Rage without the road

Road Rage Comes In From The Cold

Out of control anger, seeing red,
Nothing else matters, it must be fed

No road near but it's driving the bus
Proof one's not necessarily a must

Out of body experience, out of your mind
A raving lunatic uses any excuse he can find

Like a puppet master pulling your strings,
Blind anger cheers you on from the wings

The red mist courses through your veins
Over the edge, you're completely insane

The recovering victim tells himself never again
And I haven't been back since way back then