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 Oh 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 Like me Like me Like me
I can't stay here, forever The hell is like this is, remember I see myself in desperation The cyanide of inspiration I fall I fall
Like me Oh, it's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me Oh, This futile circumstance You never had a chance Like me