Everything's red
There's blood on my neck
I may be dead
I need to check
Not all those people will be alive
They'll go to sleep - never wake up
But some of them will survive
Those will try to make it up
To us, to her, to him, to God
No one will ever know what's wrong
Maybe they'll think something's odd
But it won't matter, cause this road's long
©zuz
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