color of red, color my soul   days of the new become days of the old   try to pretend everything is alright   looking again at this arabian night   do you think my hostility will ever end?   or did the brutality ever begin?   release the smoke that the beast retrieves   the beast is your friend although he deceives      and im living a lie and to live is to die   and the swing on the porch   is the sign of the torch thats to come.   and i''ll ask you again is the devil your friend    and the words that you speak   are backstabbing the meek and you'll die    but why die      creep through the bushes, forest of trees   i am th eserpent that nobody sees   the anger inside seems to erupt on my head   the anger erupts and now my soul lies dead   now let me show you just what you've lost   the damage at stake is a price beyond cost   the sting that comes from the darkness around   they'll hurt you much worse when you're six underground