Texty: Ivy Levan. Red.

Give me the sun, and I'll turn it to ice.

Turn unto me for a penny worth in price.

A kiss never lies, if it's lips could stay shut

A silent society is reason enough.



If it's dark, paint it red

not a common kill it dead.

This poison equals sanity.

Take away sickened minds,

let it bleed through the lines

between valid and fantasy.



Catastrophe, impure, and unclean

painful honesty of what is humanity?

weak and exposed, don't cover the lens.

Vile perfection but broken at ends.



If it's dark, paint it red

not a common kill it dead.

This poison equals sanity.

Take away sickened minds,

let it bleed through the lines

between valid and fantasy.



Still life dead photographs of hollow radiance.

Cold eyes and altered smiles on shells of emptyness.

We dull to shadows hypnotized by obvious

please cut me inside out,

my misery shall vanish into dust...into dust...into dust. dust



Paint it red, kill it dead.

This poison equals sanity. (oh, oh)



If it's dark, paint it red

not a common kill it dead.

This poison equals sanity.



If it's dark, paint it red

not a common kill it dead.