Typecast the flaming redhead
Brimming in anger's stew
You believe the world's inbred
What's supposed to be plenty is only a few
Asked why to feel this emotion
You say you want to be alive
Sure as your sharpened devotion
To the ideals by which you strive
You call upon the Gods to exact revenge
To crush every soul whose done you wrong
On what account of their crimes it depends
You just want to be risen in song
Though this injustice will soon pass
It won't be long before you empty your glass.
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