I see red,
through my head.
And everyone around me,
is better off dead.

I see fire,
through my eyes.
Everywhere I go,
I’m lapping up them cries.

I see black,
by candlelight.
Everywhere I go,
I’m looking for a fight.

I see war,
and aftermath.
This is what I am–
cause I am,
motherf***in’ wrath!

I feel nothing,
you’re so f***ed.
I’m losing my mind,
and you’re running out of luck.

I feel hate,
it keeps me jacked.
I’m stacking my points,
a rat-tat-tat-tat.

I feel wet,
maybe it’s blood.
Maybe it’s guts,
who gives a f***.

I feel pain,
don’t make me laugh.
I’m surgical–
cause I am,
motherf***in’ wrath!