Оригинален текст
Take a trip, step outside of this fishbowl life
voice recalls, ceramic youth in pots of broken truth
I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage
i feel the rage, comin' off of the page
i feel the...
Make a wish, clear your mind, let the years rewind
poets pain battles fame and becomes its slave
I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage
i feel the rage, comin' off of the page
i feel the...
Open mouth, open grave, nothing left to say