They know what you're thinking
Before you even get a chance
To act on what you're feeling
Paralyzing
All sense of security
They don't give a ****
All they want is what's in your pockets
They view the world with eyes tinted green
It's time to turn this **** around
If you know what I mean
Because all I see is red
So now it's time to spread
This feeling
Time to make it obvious
The feeling is not fleeting
Nothing makes it any less intense

So let's gouge out their eyeballs
Leave them screaming there in pain
Splattered with blood will be the walls
They try to tell us we're insane
But it's just a state of mind
That they have yet to find
But we'll show them
We'll put their eyes up to the ceiling
And turn on the fan