Rage

(Rough Draft)

What'cha gonna do
With that pistol
Are you gonna
Paint somebody red?

Where you gonna
Hang up that...
That lies...
In your head

What you gon do
To the blue skies
Puttin' more bullets
In the air

What are you gonna say to all the ones
That are dyin'
Do you
Do you even care?

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

So what'cha gonna do now
That you're fully loaded
Are you gonna hit her
One more time?

How does she feel
That you're
Feelin' wasted
Wasted someone else's life

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand(?)

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

O, say can you see
Another... sun
Is fading
As the dawn's early light
Grows dim

And all the promises forgotten
Watch the twilight's last
Glimmer of hope
... nightfall ...

What'cha gonna do
With the darkness
That keeps raging
In your eyes

What'cha gonna do
With that trigger
Full of anger
You're way too young
Too young to let love die

Let it rain on the waters
We'll rage on the land(?)
The same old circle
Dryin' in the sand(?)

Stains(?) on the borders(?)
Become rage on young hands(?)
The same old hunger
I don't understand

I don't understand
I don't understand

Rage

Rage

Rage

Rage...

Whoa, rage...

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son