im hurtin so much to let my words be observed by the world
and im goin berserk from it, i have swerved, that im sure
but im comin to turn up the inferno which burns in my stomache
i'm not runnin in circles, my purpose aint just for nothin
im tough and mature, plus somethin must get done
i won't have discourage crush what is fun
it's urgent: number one, to emerge under the sun
because im on the verge with a hunger like no other
i can't adjourn things beyond, this term i'll respond
to exterminate the germs i determine evolve into monsters
and i don't have months cuz surely i'm not growin younger
so earlier, i'm alert, i'm unsturdy; uncalm
it's occured and disturbing, you think i'm wrong?