After days of prolonged torments
After nights without a sleep
I think the eruption around the corner
The outer shell is cracking from the pressure and the heat

Just another tiny spark
Just another little crack
And the fire will fill the rivers
And the sky will become black

So I look for the one who deserves it
Who was the first creating the spark?

And I turn every stone
And I check out the clues

And now that I found out who to blame
The target for my rage is clearer
But what can you do when all of your anger
Is towards the man in the mirror