Red City

Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness
I’m still suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less
I feel my kindred little ways… I know how my story ends
Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance
Like me…
I’m here, walking in a city that is red again
I’m here, living with the dead again
Knowing why I’m here again
Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance
Like me…
I can’t stay here forever
The hell is, I just can’t remember
I see myself in desperation
The cyanide of realization
I fall…
I fall…
Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance
Like me…