Inside a Soapbox

Shouting inside a soapbox
My psychopathetic head hurts
A ciggarette smothers the disturbed lull
And all it can do is sulk, sulk, sulk.
The inside, is wet, is sick, is glue,
is red, is black and blue.
But still the holes inside the brain
don't spill over with acid rain
And despite all the ragged rage
I'm still just a silly rat inside the cage.