Red

The tragic comedy divine

Paints the way the piece of mind

Leaving shallow lovers behind

At some certainties combined

Bringing tears to sleepless eyes

Memory runs the course of time

Blood runs cold beyond the violet prison

For violent visions

And so the broken record plays

As you throw us away

We're never in love

We're drowning in cliches

So desperate to love

We're twisting every word they say

So we sleep through the days

Within the heat of passion war

Lust is spilled upon the floor

Staining red the waisted metaphore

The selfish need for something more

Causing vain at closing doors

Scarring faces once adored

Tracing circles in the violet prison

For violent visions

And so the broken record plays

As you blow us away

We're never in love

We're drowning in cliches

So desperate to love

We're twisting every word they say

So we sleep through the days