Red City
Until, the pages of this book are filled with emptiness
Im still, suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less
I feel, my kindred little ways, I know how my story ends
Like me
Its not your gift to choose
I know youre going to lose
Like me
This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me
Im here, walking in a city, that is red again
Im here, living with the dead again, knowing why Im here again
Like me
Oh its not your gift to choose
I know youre going to lose
Like me
This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
I cant stay here, forever
The hell is like this is, remember
I see myself in desperation
The cyanide of inspiration
I fall
I fall
Like me
Oh, its not your gift to choose
I know youre going to lose
Like me
Oh, This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me