Spitfire

You start a day with a damn ugly sign on your face
As everybody does
Steel box packed full of vacant eyes and frustrated sighs
“Don't look at me, don't touch me”
So you're screaming out loud inside your head
“'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast”

So tied up and dried out in a battle field for neurotics
Is it life or death？
Unnoticed, so stranded in a cage for irritated sheeps
Everybody's messed up
Seems ready to blaze out

Start a day with a damn ugly mind hiding
Underneath your friendliness
Every toe you see makes you wonder why
Those are that much pointed
“Don't look at me, don't touch me”
So you're screamig out loud inside your head
“'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast”

Everybody's messed up
Seems ready to blaze out
Like a race on the back street
Like a fight in a mosh pit
Everybody's strung up
You'll see that every high ethic standard
Hides its sparkling ego