Trapped in the berserker mindset,
Thoughts of an animal, no one would get,
The way you as you just flows away.
It doesn’t really matter because you couldn’t explain.
How could you tell them that you felt so wild?
That now feeling human feels to you mild?
And you don’t know what you are, let alone who you are,
So how can you tell them what’s going on?

The rage flows up and down your body,
Though you aren’t even mad at anybody.
You kick the wall, you scream, you shout,
You don’t even know what it’s all about.
But they want you to explain to them,
The way you act so crazy and wild and then,
Just moments later you were calm and quiet.
They look at you like you as if you were pathetic,
Thinking you must be crazy; you don’t act like us,
Though you are bleeding you say you’re numb.

You’re trapped in this mindset,
Where you can’t be someone’s pacified pet.
You’re a wild animal, a berserker even,
And for a fight your body is fiending.
You try not to cave in, you try not to do it,
But your mind is fading, you’re losing wit.
Fading away to instinct, to the land of no thoughts,
You become an animal in the way that can’t be taught.

You loose control as you loose your mind,
And you know it’ll get you into another bind.
You can’t stop to, part of you doesn’t want to,
Somehow now this berserker feels true.
And you love this feeling of being untamable and wild,
Because now you know that humans are too mild.

 
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