They were alive now
Did not die out
The blood relationship that did not die out
Did not die out
They were alive in
They lives ... This age
They calles it ... "The red carpet day"
The fear ... This age
Come again ... That fear
Fear lives ... This age
They called it ... "The red carpet day"
The fear ... This age
They called it...
I'll proof the ones painted on the floor
A butterfly of deep crimson thhat looks like a necklace
Even now I doze off at the deep red petals
That keep on opening up
Entwined into my shaking fingers
