Try to bury what came before you
So that less is left behind to
Piece together the expectations
Of some person on some jury
Are they waiting? Are they ready?
Are they worried? Do they know me?
I have had true friends who would not leave me
If i told them I was an army
But you who've been there, who tried to know me
Truly believe that I'd burn my country
In a fury, in a fury
In a fury, this is a fury
Just a hurried exploration
Of this broken way of chasing down
The meaning of what happens
When it's time to lay down these weapons
It's the worry and the fury
That writes the letters
That sends the armies home