There's something inside of me
A deep resentment for society
From America to the Persian Gulf
The images piss me off.
And when these feelings start to grow
I can't let them, let them go
And when these feelings take control
I can't let them let them go
Open hands turn to fists
I See Red
My blood begins to boil
I See Red
No Way To Resist
I See Red
I See Red
I See Red
I See Red!
Manipulation of the press
Propaganda for talking heads
Read between the fucking lines
Don't be naïve for the rest of your lives
When the feelings start to grow
And I can't let them let them go
When these feelings take control
And when these feelings start to grow
I can't let them go
When these feelings take control
I can't let them let them go