I have signed a form
That I can’t turn back from.
I have raised a hand
Of which
cannot be undone.
I have held a blood-stained blade
That’s ruined another,
Scars, wounds, words and all,
Isn’t red a horrible colour?
Isn’t red a horrible colour?
I have made a deal with the devil
And it's given me a choice:
Be the monster
I always have been
Or
Fix myself
With a roll of dice,
Stain my hair
Bronze, silver and gold
Or
Dig through the dirt
At my feet,
Bite my tongue and
Hold my throat
Or
Clasp my hands together,
On my knees.
Isn’t red a beautiful colour?
Are being a bad person and doing a bad thing really the same?