It will never be OK no, they violated you I have to make them pay something primal, something strong can't escape and those who did you wrong I hunt like prey and it burns inside the need to kill - I'm driven by the crimson tide meet my demon, meet my Hyde I was the only one who knew who held you the system doesn't hear nobody will listen to I will see that they all know what you felt and I just hate them so hate them, I hate and it burns inside (I burn alive) the need to kill - I'm driven by the crimson tide (the falling sky) meet my demon, meet my Hyde for the sum of the hurt and for the hauntings in the night they suffer this fairly as they lie in the dirt begging, pleading for their lives I cover them slowly