I'm not angry, I'm just frustrated What your hearing is my cynic grin I don't know what cracks or snaps but This attack is part of my relaxing As I seethe my words seem understated What you're hearing is my tearing skin I don't care what brittle fractures crack if I can Black out and relax When I speak my tongue it feels sedated My temper tantrum balance is I don't know what fuzz is masking What I say or what I'm asking All I want to do is to relax