The red wine
A sign of your finest days
A toast
Brings it all to an uneventful end
Uneventful to you
You're the one stepping down
From your throne, from your pedestal
But to those people that put you there
You are everything
Where did you go?
Now you're giving up or giving in and giving everything no meaning
I guess honor and commitment get old after awhile
When the message is the same and the words are repeated
The whole thing gets redundant
But redundant and routine are two completely different things
Maybe someone needs to tell you that
Maybe it's a good thing you left
But now we have no direction
So maybe not
Where did you go?
Now you're giving up or giving in and giving everything no meaning
I'd let you drink my blood if the taste of wine gets cold and unappetizing
But I'd never let you leave from your saintly pedestal, because I put you there

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