I tore lakes inside my skin
Into the open wound, my open wound
The feeling is mean and full of red
No matter how hard I try it makes no sound
The feeling is mean and full of red
No matter how hard I try it once was strong
The matter is gone and un-persistent
The more I try to feel, the less realistic I become
(Chorus):
All the feelings I have for red are dead
Are dead, are dead and lonesome
All the feelings I have for red are dead
Are dead, you’re dead to me
Of all the likes of me
The more I try to feel it once was gone
The meaning is full of all the black
The more I try to feel, the less realistic I become
(Chorus)
Feeling once forgotten
Nothing, you have died
Future, once undone
Becoming you away (?)
Pattern is meaning full of red
These strands of memories
Are leaving my time
(Chorus) x 2

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