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There's a tingling in my fingers
like they're going to explode.
My breathing starts to shake
and my mind's on "overload".

I get urges to kill--
to rip and to tear.
If I start breaking things,
get the hell out of there.

Everything else just melts away.
Adreniline coarses into my hands.
I don't see red, I just see gray.
Don't try to calm me down or understand.

It's some wave of fury crashing over my brain.
It's a rush of such rage that I might go insane.
It's standing in a hailstorm, feeling no pain.
It's so strong and intense that my eyes start to strain.

Evenings and nighttimes, I scream and scream.
It's better than being violent or mean.

I just want to break,
to hurt and to steal.
Weapons gain
a strange appeal.
It's amazing how good
pure hatred can feel.
It's raw and evil,
but totally real.

Torn-out hair and banged-up wrists.
I hate it when it comes to this.