blowing through my head,
I'm seeing many colours,
but the only one coming through is RED.
So I try walking on,
but its stopping me dead,
as I try to make tracks,
my feet they're feeling like LEAD.
Other people they say,
"OH NO,
I don't even care,
I guess I'll be seeing you,
I guess I'll believe in you today"
but they don't even say,
anything true,
they just LIE.
All the lies create confusion,
they started this storm,
within my head.
Now I say,
"OH NO,
I've stopped playing games,
I won't be taking blame that isn't mine"
And so this sandstorm,
keeps blowing through my head,
I see many colours,
but the only one coming through is RED.
It's like only I,
know how it feels,
abandoned by the world,
left hoping this life just can't be real.
This sandstorm,
tainted with red,
my life turns chaotic,
as a burning anger stops me dead...