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
