Seeing Red
Tired exposition
What was written doesn't matter anymore
Blinding tunnel vision
My ambitions
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
Heartbreak and searing pain
You've lost what once set you apart
You apart
Holy but deceiving
I was bleeding but I never felt the pain
Helplessly believing
Now I'm seeing
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
I bet you're all so surprised to see me
I know you all have an addiction to feed
I couldn't care less if you'll ever believe me
I only want to sit and watch you bleed
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
What was written doesn't matter anymore
Blinding tunnel vision
My ambitions
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
Heartbreak and searing pain
You've lost what once set you apart
You apart
Holy but deceiving
I was bleeding but I never felt the pain
Helplessly believing
Now I'm seeing
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
I bet you're all so surprised to see me
I know you all have an addiction to feed
I couldn't care less if you'll ever believe me
I only want to sit and watch you bleed
I can't help but notice that I
I get this ugly feeling inside
It turns my vision to red
With white stars and indigo skies
I must have missed the chance to realize
That when was there's not much to be said
I'm always seeing red
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Mayfield
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