THE COLOR RED
Music & Lyrics by: Scapegoat
So you think that you're above commonplace
Nestled in your bed of false security
NARCISSISTIC safety in the thinking
That there's no PERTINENT JUDGING deities
Stranger of the truth if it suits you
Waits with in your game when you feel you'll lose
TRUDGING to the top of the mount of pain
Despair for your worst denial
Death Angel's gaze
Chorus:
Face the strength you've denied your whole life
It terminates here; all the mortal lies
A shifting pattern to EQUALITY
No race or class just the color you bleed
The embalmer's touch dominates your pride
Only one choice left if you can take it in stride
Time to choose how you rest your head
The time has come to show your shade of red
Marching through your game keeping your own score
Never giving thought that you're nature's whore
There you go again for another point
Step closer to the end Morals out of joint
Bend philososhphere just to get your way
The weight of your SOUL GUIDES your JUDGMENT day
Drift into beyond thus TREASURE-LESS
The morbid soldiers left behind to clean the mess
Bridge (spoken):
Pending are the bridges of all gaps
STIFLING all worldly acts
Memories are all that's left
of those left behind not the score you've kept
The short sights of your worldly pride
Are cut short the very moment you die
Live on though the minds of men
But you're only as good as your last sin
Repeat Chorus
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