Rancor

I laughed when I saw, because I knew, I knew. I knew the prize went to you, to you, like all things do. The rancor set in, though I tried, I tried, to stop it, to hide it, to kill it, to pry it, to get it all off and away from my soul. No good can come from harboring ill, from housing it in me, from doing its will. So I ran it away -- but is it gone to stay? -- who knows, who knows, where it all goes. As long as I'm free, I'm free, I'm free...