Red Life

We have got that red life
We're already dead life
We came from the mushroom
We don't have to just assume

Society is but a room
Behind the door, there is a tomb
Beyond the tomb, there is a gate
For which we all will have to wait

Call me correct
Call me dead
Disrespect
That's my head
All neglect
In my shed
Stuffed to the brim
With bullshit instead

You know I'm always down for the love
You know I'm always down to get up

Call me correct
Call me dead
Disrespect
That's my head
All neglect
In my shed
Stuffed to the brim
With bullshit instead

I am but one with you



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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