Routing down

Coming round the corner
I was cutting the edge
I was blinded by the light
I had it coming in hindsight

Flying through the air
I realize I ain’t no saint
I can see all my actions leading here
Tell me what I have gained

For starters I can see
A portion asphalt in my face
Had that been my only worry
I had not felt this disgraced

Landing hard on the street
Actually improves my mood
I’m repenting in my sorrow
And it’s starting to feel good

And I know what brought me here
Repeating that fills me with fear

It’s aggression, it’s in fashion
It seems I have aroused it
It’s aggression, it’s a passion
Tell me who am I without it

I can see it all around me
Many men are mad
So yes, loving is a nice word
But we like fighting instead

Don’t you dare to cross me
Or annoy me just a bit
If I don’t like what you’re saying
I will gladly throw a fit

One thing I can say for sure
Is that I am well versed
In repressing all my feelings
Hang on wait until I burst

Health I know is fragile
So I take good care of me
And I show that honesty
Each time I let my anger be

And I know what brought me here
Repeating that fills me with fear

It’s aggression, it’s in fashion
It seems I have aroused it
It’s aggression, it’s a passion
Tell me who am I without it

Who says it is human
Having all these great emotions
When we are so ill equipped
To exercise control and sense

Last thing i will say about this
For i go to hell
I will try to keep it outward
So inside it will not swell

Who am I, who am I
Who am I without…

Who am I