I saw red today.
Anger consumed every sensation of my being.
Burned holes in my head, left scars in my heart.
I tried to swallow that **** down, but the demon inside spit it back up
and laughed in my face. Pushed me back down, said stay in your place.
I decided not to fight it, figured it'd be best to make friends with the demon that burns.
Guess there's always a means to an end.

So the demon made himself at home and has since then grown and grown
And every time I see red,
no one dares to push me further and I don't blame them one bit.
I'd hate for my demon to show his devilish grin.