Visceral

A storm is coming, the rain is drowning me
Is visceral rage all that I’ve become to be?
When people speak, it’s animosity
Because I’ve seen the ugly face of what they all can be
I told you all I’ve known is hate (known is hate)
Cursed by visceral rage
Sick to my stomach, I see them for what they are
Violent outburst disguise themselves as my old scars
This swelling of hatred consumes me every day
Countless thoughts of ways to inflict some sort of pain
I told you all I’ve known is hate (known is hate)
Cursed by visceral rage
All I see is red
Every day it takes everything
To save me from myself, save me from myself
And this fury kept me alive
It’s also the reason I want to fucking die
Uncursed by this rage
In my head
All I see is red, all I see is red
In my head
All I see is red, all I see is red