I walk from a blue room to a red one.
I never know which one to sleep in.
One is for lovers.
The other is for pretenders.
Dance in either one, **** in only one.
One is the color of the sky, before hell approaches.
There other is the sky for a killer.
Ravaged innocence is spilled on my Atlas.
A tourniquet is wrapped around my heart now.

I looked up at the sky much too fast;
to early.
My neck is snapped by the sudden whiplash.
You were my blue sky; we danced.
Now you're the devil with no disguise.