Red

I won't be like my father
And I broke up with my mother
I got tired of her kisses
Tired of her smotherings

Around my fingers
Let me punch and fuck things up
The sight of blood and bone
And bruises makes me feel like I have woken up

To all the madness all around me
I told you that you can kill me
Out behind the house
I'm getting high with just a soda can
A lighter and some pessimism
A dalliance with anarchism
I think Sally loves me, I am plotting our escape from here

Just because they name me that don't mean that they can tame me
I will not renew my membership, I won't be an ambassador
Your name brand PR campaign to vindicate the family name
You fear dirty laundry aired, I fear living and dying scared and alone

Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
They won't shut up 'til I'm dead
But now all I see is red

I am drunk on whiskey, I forgot things about absinthe
Absence makes the heart grow fonder so I'll go off to the yonder
Smoke it, sniff it, snort it, drink it
Screw it, punch it, kick it, lick it
There's a feeling to be had, don't wanna die, don't wanna miss it

The more you want to agitate
The more I want to mastrebate
Jerks, they're lurking everywhere with herbal smiles and perfect hair

I will steal their girlfriends, I will also steal their Subaru's
Throw my ass in prison, I don't care I'll run the joint by noon and oh

Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
They won't shut up 'til I'm dead
Until then I'm seeing red

You promised me wonders, glories, untold possibilities
This is all that life is, I've been sold a lemon tree
The bitterness it stings and I've stopped trusting you or anyone
And I will burn your face off, I've the power of a hundred suns

You would send me off to war, you don't care about me, my friends
We are all expendable, cannon fodder for your freedoms
Why'd you bring me here, am I just supposed to buy until I die
To work and work and work and be a tiny man who eats and votes

Don't tell me there's no place for anger here
I've watched your TV show
Beneath the word mobility, you're seething with hostility
Infinite passive aggressive, low grade clinical depression
If that's what life's supposed to be
I'll say "no thank you, fuck you please"
And oh

Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
I will shut up when I'm dead
But now I'm seeing red
Until then I'm seeing red, but now all I see is