Lyrics

Red Lips

The crush of violets blends to blood
Red “red lips are not so red
As the stones kissed by the […] dead.”
Quarter million casualties
10 million hopeless refugees
4 million dollar pink apologies

A great divide having a another pair
Or a shoe to wear, taking the speed
Train or calling the pavement home

Paradise orphan truffle trash

These red “red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the […] dead.”
Metal fixtures shaking the winds,
Plastic sweepings tie up the skies,
Your hands are free,
But your legs are tied,
Your eyes are bright,
But the lids are drooping down.

¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme! Help me!
¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme! Save me
¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme!
Lift up the blinds and I can free myself

The sky is black
Nothing changes very much
The wall hides my pride
The light is out cold night
You should strike a match
Give us the life we cannot find

¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme! Help me!
¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme! Save me
¡Ayúdeme! ¡Ayúdeme!
Lift up the blinds and I can free myself