Under the hood a sprawling, spreading anger - a divine and irrational aggression. Deeply rooted. Unnerving. Chain it, chain it. Hold it down. The beast lurks in your shadow. Where does it lead, where does it originate. It's an irritation on my skin, itching and compulsively growing. The static overload, humagnetism in reversed order. It needs time to calm, it needs open valves to depressurize. I'm full of electricity - gigawatts of celestial energy, almost unbridled. Hold it in. Hold it in. Shivering, almost screaming. Teeth clenching, straightly walking, no distractions. This is my bubblegum, my lovely chewing gum. Work it off. Salve my head, soothe the rage. Pull me in and be my Zucchabar. Heal my skin and make me liquid, level all the irritations. You are the softness and the home, the shelter and salvation space. And still it's there - waiting for tomorrow which soon will come where it starts anew. Growing, clawing it's path through burning intestines. Be the prison cell, become steel bars grounded in concrete. Keep it in until her lullaby can put it back into deep slumber. I'm the vessel of my fuel, pouring oil into the furnace. Exothermal psychology in my mind reactor. The sponge sucks it in, all of it.