Rooftape - All My Rage

The eyes of the ranger were already burning Arm raised up to the sun, his baton glaring The eyes of the murderer were somewhat too grateful He’ll be released from the pain, Freedom coming from the sky They won’t know, He won’t say, Nobody ever cared anyway Inside out, All his rage, Then someone will remember now The eyes of the father were deep in fear As he saw his son’s joy when that bird was dying The eyes of the mother were just denying His steps were sounding far and his laughter cryi