nothing to believe
no one to decieve
the beauty that's fake
makes the sickness awake
look up at red skies
from the land of the flies
no tears left to cry
everyone's a spy
we're already dead
nothing to be said
look up at the red
no skin left to shed
shrink in tall shoes
sweet eyes of gray-blue
stare at the red hue
blind because of you
only four white stars
so many new scars
no piece left of sun
the seams came undone
they fell to the earth
no chance for rebirth
it blacks out the mirth
nothing left of worth
left so withdrawn
my own mind your spawn
so much we've forgone
you'll be glad when i'm gone
