Red

Not for nothing -somethings wrong with my head
We are on our knees -choking on the dread
A survivor's instinct -shackled at the neck
Brought to pieces -the lies I'm fed
Substernal delusion, claiming a heart
Empty cavity, got no spark
The lies I'm fed
I can't keep pretending like everything's ok
When I wish I would float away
Not for nothing, we are on our knees
A survivor's instinct, brought to pieces
Somethings wrong with my head, the lies I'm fed
Choking on the dread, the lies I'm fed
Yelling at grievers, won't back down
Can't look away, nothing stays



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Clegg, Curtis Ide, Danielle Allen, Geoffrey Hohn
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