A rush of adrenaline like instant amphetamine
Seeing red ya explode like Armageddon has set within
A testament testing limits, to try ya best to win
Without mentioning, cos its uncontrollable by anything
Jus a specimen, of emotion that cant be defined
With courageous devotion, overriding your mind
Settling when the level of pressure has declined
Manifests again, any time, when another steps the line
Yes until then, confined, lying dormant and laid to rest
Designed as a reflex to convalesce from the mess
A primal urge, emerging instinctive if it’s pressed
Concurring to the temperament associated with stress
And on a pivot weighted by what you like and detest
At best it’s less, at worst can engulf and result in death
With the final breath taken away from the rib cage
Left with nuthin in place, except a taste to engage
Cos it’s an unpredictable weapon, its… a thing called rage