"At One With My Rage" lyrics

Gazing at the soapbox
I get no preferential treatment
By promoters of consumption
Or the lady at the checkout counter
I marvel at my childishness
Despite the daily promises
To be a more responsible creature of renown

My jacket needs some stitches
A buachaill stacking dishes
As a young autistic girl brings a tear to her father's eye
This sense of not belonging breathes a need for isolation
But I'm aware now of the bullshit fear can feed my fertile mind

The lady at the checkout fills me with rage
She asked me to speak up at this hour of the day
My first thought was to scatter things about the place
But I nod at put the biscuits back
Then leave before I wreck the gaff

At times I know I lose my way
But that's alright we're all the same
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I want to be... at one with my rage...