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