Hit me hard. It hit me hard.
Hard and fast, swift to my soul.
Fast and slowly, as the red rushes.
And that’s just it. The red rushes.

Kick it,
Kick it,
Kick it,
KICK IT.

Trash is my forte, trash is my freedom.
Vice is the grip, you can call your own claim.
For, when the red rushes, it rushes fast.
But you know that, don’t you? You knew all along.

Kick me,
Kick me,
Kick me,
KICK ME.

I kinda like the red, oh how it rushes.
I like the way it taste, the tingling it brings.
Sorta knocks you off your feet, the red does.
Cause when the red rushes, you will start to notice.

Kick me,                                                When the red rushes, will you notice?
Kick me,                                                When the red rushes, will you notice?
Kick me,                                                When the red rushes, will you notice?
KICK ME.                                              When the red rushes, you will notice.