Boil from the coil that’s housed within.
Can feel my fist begin its clenching.
Try as I might the feeling won’t go away.
Doesn’t matter, wish I could say.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Staring far but never wide.
Trying to keep a lid on a wild ride.
Please run and get so far away.
If you don’t you won’t live to see.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Systems failure on a gigantic scale.
All attempts to calm will fail.
I know this pattern all too well.
It chimes for me as clearly as a bell.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

And this last verse will be a beg.
Keep on running unless you wish to dead.
Not a threat I assure you fully.
It’s just when I change my mind goes woolly.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Served the discord up on a plate.
Eroded away entities once chosen fate.
Archaic in terms of stolen design.
Nobody who remains will ever be fine.
So pull the cord and wait to see.
Got a feeling we’re not breaking free.
For too much disaster has raged between.
Leaving nothing but a smile too pristine.
With evil intent looming just below.
All of us wish we could scream, just go!

Sever the sections with a blunt tool.
So numerous are those who can be called fool.
Perforate and commiserate that which lingers.
Disconnected and unable to feel our fingers.
What a state to find oneself in.
Our minds are trapped in a invisble spin.
Compounding failure atop flounder.
Would rather be pinned to the ground here.
For crows are quicker than decay.
Its why we all wish our lives would end, OK?

Fall like petals from around the flower.
Much like toppling drunk out of a tower.
No cushioning against the ground below.
Count and then listen for a soul to say go.
Unfortunately this world is not by decree.
And so we are left to waste away violently.
A thread woven through what little remains.
Emptiness is all this place contains.
Pick and pray that demons do not know.
Otherwise they’ll ascend claiming me, them and you.

When we throw it down.
We plead for the crown.
Beg forgiveness from a heart.
Rather than turn toward whats dark.

But if you lie here in wait.
Passionless souls will take,
Split the sun and claim.
What lies within your fame.

Employed by harsh movements.
Lacking new improvements.
Fashioned from clay obsolence.
Vain in a forced conscience.

Barreled down a ‘fall.
Hear nothing but this call.
While you pick at fruit and see.
This is the end, you brought it to be.

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

Fading pictures caked in years of dust.
So many broken and lost by mistrust.
Fractured figures of hollow pleas.
Disgusted by everybody’s…

You carved a will from the beauty.
Decided to mount a war to loot me.
Saw it coming but sat and watched.
You might be soiling but I’m not.
For death is easy while livings hard.
I’m not deranged like you are without heart.
So offer something that isn’t blood.
Though mark my I’m not to be misunderstood.

Cause…

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

But here…
In the midst of madness and fear!
With celebration on demand!
Time to lend a disfigured hand.

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Monster in sheep’s clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Weeping for the fallen star.
I grab my weapon of choice, a bar.
Think me cruel well you’ll soon see.
When I split your head like an oversized pea.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Paralysis is but a state.
Unlike death it can and should wait.
But the same cannot be said for me.
For I want blood cause it fills me with glee.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Next night begins the same!

Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Who will live and who will die?
I do not know but I’d like to cry,
Challenge me and you shall fall.
I’ll drag you endlessly, now crawl.

You wanted a bump in the night.
How about I give you that, alright?

Eerie music booms down the road.
Its aim is to scare rather than goad.
You look pretty panicked as I increase my speed.
Time to make you terrified ’til you bleed.

You think me mad while I know better.
Before long you’ll be a blood letter.
Painted, carved, mounted and mourned.
Do not think you’ll end up forlorned?

Stitch the skin right back in place.
Every word you speak increases disgrace.
For your mouth has run on for far too long.
Time to see you skewered upon a two foot prong.

Oh that blood isn’t fake at all.
Come here and I’ll prove it to you.
Cause you’d look pretty covered in balm.
Just better make sure you don’t have an open coffin.

Killer, murderer, claimer of souls.
Had so many names I ran out of scrolls.
Psycho, slayer, thief of life.
Deliver me from evil…
You won’t get out alive!

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?

Bound up the steps fleeing to nowhere.
Pretty on point that you begin to feel despair.
Reality strikes and you want out.
Only way that’s happening is if your blood begins to spout.

Think I’m crazy and say I’m unhinged.
Bit too late when you’re part of the binge.
I say Marco and you try not to breathe.
Yet you’ll panic will mount when you hear me unsheathe.

Stab.
Slash.
Slice.
Scrape.
Cut to the bone.
Wound will gape.
Gouge.
Twist.
Drive.
Sever.
Out of this horror you will not be delivered.

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?

Sit out in the garden surrounded by grass.
Pluck at the strings of your guitar and bash,
Out a melody which brings you a smile.
Stay here, you sing, I wish to wait a while.
Melancholy and murder have been lost to the crows.
Before too long this green will need to be mowed.
But think on such things you are not inclined to do.
For what you seek is peace in solitude.

Tap your foot lightly against cracled ground.
Flattening a mole hill which is in no way profound.
And still you pick at the strings to elicit a note.
One day you should jot down what you’ve wrote
Not to make a fortune but simply to recall.
Have documentation to revisit that which does enthrall.
For music runs in your veins like blood runs in mine.
Soothes even the savage beast perfectly fine.

Hum to the birds who tweet and twitter.
Beside each other they join in with no hint of being bitter.
For nature like peace is forever in motion.
If you seek it truly then watch something like tje ocean.
For the sways and swells birth sounds so serene.
If you closed your eyes you might think it a dream.
But never forget your gifts and forego,
For they are what keeps you level you know.

Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.

Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deciever, false decreer; you are a non-believer.

Welded shut the eyes of beauty.
Too many souls are turning to curiosity.
Its why the masses must go blind.
What fills you’re form is no traces of kind.

Wretched lines which spout the truth.
In the name of them you cry for proof.
But what can be seen is evidence enough.
So all these souls will need to be reduced to snuff.

Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.

Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deceiver, false decreer; you are a non-believer.

Out on the edge of world with only a tree to befriend.
Many might think me insane or this just part of some trend.
But out here I can see the beauty of heavens ascent.
Stars and moons twinkle so brightly and without intent.
So why not build my universe and dwell in the sea?
Because right here feels like a place where I’ll join with infinity.

Stones under ripples when they’re being flooded by the tide.
Call me a coward but here is where I never need to hide.
For I marvel in amazement whether it be day or night.
For the canvas is rich with all of its dazzling bright light.
Not that you’d listen or heed a single word I do say.
Its why I’m out here alone living life my own way.