Lost Control

I find when I lose control
It's like therapy to my broken soul
A wash of my space
When I'm in disgrace
And life has taken a major toll.

I scream and I stamp my feet
And I'm not polite to the folks I meet.
I tear them apart
With a cold cruel heart
The meanest villian, I can't be beat.

So then when the storm is done
And the devilry now is on the run
I sneak away
Whether night or day
And I can't tell if I've lost or won.