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