It's a slow soft syrup of lofty aligns
Like a dead lovers tongue through an overdrive
When the room is ablaze just want to get out alive

I could be a poet but we don't have the time

You're so red, you get hurt

You're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurt

It's a slow soft syrup that bothers me when

You handle the cash for your cigarettes
They are simple chemicals and they're on my head
When I feed my eyes yeah I manifest cos


You're so red, you get hurt
You're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurt


It's not that simple (It's not that simple)


You just need more time
(????)
You will never see

All the ways you can be

You're so red, you get hurt

You're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurt
You're so red, you get hurt
You're so red, that you hurt, you hurt, you hurt