My brain's a victim of my heart’s beating
It’s the only way that I can reason
Being blinded by all this red I’m seeing
It must be soul hunting season
My survival instincts go crazy
My pulse quickens its erratic pace
The wind howls and blows ever more strangely
However the blood falling from my face
Makes my outlook kind of hazy
I'll never see the end of this race
Many demons now plague me