staccato thoughts

I've been asked why. every song is the answer Fear of FEMA – duality‑driven, conspiratorial, indie synth / experimental music Make the art you have to make Whatever road it means you take Lyrics: "passionately writing words to will my way staccato thoughts filling my head again today all my anger all my anger chokes me with things i need to say but then there is hope hanging on the periphery like a light seen far away it guides and draws me but is it just the will-o'-the-wisp foolish fire above a swampy depth leading followers to their deaths trapped and forever forsaken in sinking mud that claims the world laying in the bog eyes open to the sky eternally watching others follow folly joining with eyes open passionately writing words to will my way staccato thoughts filling my head again today all my anger all my anger chokes me with things i need to say but where is love is it hidden with intent from me is there some sign that my eyes can't see are others laughing as they see me stumble does everyone feel this pain i can't believe that i'm alone again i feel I'm blind but i can't stop looking on the ground and hurt near dead but too proud to take a hand that's offered sinking in the sea of plenty dragged down and filled with empty joining with eyes open passionately writing words to will my way staccato thoughts filling my head again today all my anger all my anger chokes me with things i need to say passionately writing words to will my way staccato thoughts filling my head again today all my anger all my anger chokes me with things i need to say all my anger all the things i need to say all my anger all the things i need to say all my anger say say say say"