clothes back on. Oh my god, what have I done? Now my darling, put your clothes back on. Cause you can't be caught red-handed if you're not red-handed
Parting with comfort again A still frame image of their union The eyes were turning black Her face had grown so deathly cold Into the dark Into
back on. Oh my god, what have I done? Now my darling, put your clothes back on. Cause you can't be caught red-handed if you're not red-handed. My darling
And blindly we held your hand and threw you down. We cursed your name, turned our backs and begged you to embrace us.
That razor's never too cold to swallow Forty days and nights of cutting it close Just to keep the Red Lane hollow So drive me down the Red Lane Let
be a red letter day A red letter day, a red letter day, a red letter day A red letter day, a red letter day, a red letter day, a red letter day The love
Traduzione: The Dear Hunter. Red Hands.
Traduzione: Demon Hunter. E il cielo diventò rosso.
Traduzione: Ian Hunter. Red Letter Day.
: And blindly we held your hand and threw you down. We cursed your name, turned our backs and begged you to embrace us.
Fear of life and what you could be Settled down with a family Worship the fear Pinned down by convenience Strangled to death by traditions Will work
Look around myself All I see is shit Sickens my stomach And pollutes my mind Is it real or is it me inside? working our way to the top But where are
When the leaves start changing And the sun stops shining I think about yesterday Beat myself up inside and wonder why Same mistakes all over again I
ll never go astray. One by one the states turn blood-red Held hostage at the whim of a madman Destiny-driven, the future is blood-red State of denial
It suddenly seems dark in here Nothing quite what it appears Vision blurred, judgment impaired Don't know if you ever cared Wasted nights draw me closer
I'm so sick of false perceptions Paint me into a corner Pigeonhole my intentions Make your assumptions on why I'm here Why would I want your world when
