Rhythm of steps Headphones as my cover the street I measure escaping into pounding absorbed in the feeling the music roars giving me the force with the world in opposition to keep drudging on I can't hear a thing but the words I'm savouring on the power of the beat I move down the street it will protect the bubble I erect the base carries me along the growl cuts into my core inside me I scream let rage and hatred stream my enemies I shred to bits alone my ghosts I banish what's blocked inside I break my objections I will state for no one else I care I am the nightmare the music breaks away returns the world's day off with the headphones as my anger goes I'm once again nice helpful and ever so kind with patience to give in to everyone keep smiling