Days of Red
Dark time, red sky - The soil is warm, A trail of empty souls
Left in the dust of war and silence
A pile of rocks as our last monument
Suffocating on a poisoned hope
Taking the pill of a sudden death
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
Black cloud, red sun - The land is scorched, the wind is screaming
A game of drones that can't be stopped
The air is thick, stained with the smell of death
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
Down the line, chewing on a landmine
Bullets of hate, the right to suffocate
You're just a number, drawn out but never called
A faceless body among the dead and monsters
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
Left in the dust of war and silence
A pile of rocks as our last monument
Suffocating on a poisoned hope
Taking the pill of a sudden death
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
Black cloud, red sun - The land is scorched, the wind is screaming
A game of drones that can't be stopped
The air is thick, stained with the smell of death
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
Down the line, chewing on a landmine
Bullets of hate, the right to suffocate
You're just a number, drawn out but never called
A faceless body among the dead and monsters
With a hole in our heart and a gun in our hand
We're walking right through the end of days
With a blade in our back, wandering the wasteland
We're walking right through the days of red
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Writer(s): Jean-baptiste Seguin
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