You want to know
About the spit
And the sawdust
Shit
You haven't
Even seen
The blood
On the floor
The stain
In your hands
You feel
Your heart 
Beating
And you blame
Everybody
Else
This rattle
Isn't a vibration
Of the earth
It starts
Deep within
It builds
Until
It comes from
A place
You think 
You don't know
And then
It explodes
And you don't  
Realise
You have
A gun
In your hand
A grenade 
In your pocket
Until 
It goes off
And then
Hell
Breaks
Loose
And it's too
Late