Desert sand, brown and tan
Everything fades to gray
City street, eyes won’t meet
Get in the truck
Safe inside, breathe and hide
Moveing out on patrol
Hot as hell, foreign smell
No time to duck

Seeing red
Seeing red
On the walls in the air
As the red fog surrounds
Seeing red
Seeing red
You can taste your friends die
Hear the screams of the bodies
Who don’t know they’re dead
Seeing red

Wipe your eye, see the sky
Through the holes in the roof
Crimson stain fills your brain
Safety is off
They attack, fire back
Fear and rage burning hot
Dresed in gore, this is war
Ev’ry ones dead
But you are not dead
Why aren’t you dead?

Seeing red
Seeing red
While you pick up the parts
And the horror turns real
Seeing red
Seeing red
As you limp back to camp
And there’s less of you living
Than there is dead
Seeing red

Home at last, horrors past
Safe with your family
Sudden sound-hit the ground
Children ask why
Go to bed, rest your head
Close your eyes-try and sleep
Live the fight every night
Scream in your sleep

Seeing red
Seeing red
On the walls in the air
As the red fog surrounds
Seeing red
Seeing red
You can taste your friends die
Hear the screams of the bodies
Who don’t know they’re dead
Seeing red
Seeing red
Seeing red