Dag Nasty

I've been thinking up a storm but it doesn't mean my thoughts are clearing
burning rage will keep me warm but you're too gone to hear it
burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge
yearning for a better way than to say 'to hell with this'
I'm twisted again
doubled in pain
a shell of myself is all that will remain
everyday there's something new it just goes on and on
I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong
burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge
yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this'