Life flows in a crimson red
Crimson tears
Crimson bled
Like puppets dancing in the dark
Someone pulling their strings
And forcing their parts.
Crimson paint on my walls
Crimson in love
And in crimson we fall
Trusting for that of the most gentle soul’s sigh
For that trust we live
For that trust we die
Crimson pain comes from my heart
Crimson scars
Born in a crimson start
All must fight to live another day
For with the life we grow
And with that life we pay
Life flows in a crimson red
Crimson tears
Crimson bled