Blood boiling
Hands shaking
Adrenaline rushing

I want pain
So bad I lust for blood
Everything is just too blurred in my brain

All i see is red
As for everyone against me,
I want them dead

I feel anger so alive,
So constant, so strong
I don't have to wonder how it thrives

I can't even think
In fact, I don't even try
I'm too close to the brink

The edge of everything
The end for few
And the start of the end for me