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Days were calm and quiet
Dived in winter
Days were cold and dry
I thought I was alive
Then my eyes turned red, the impression fades
She clenched her fingers and drew the contour lines
And she let her hands describe her vision of life
A whirl made of fear, frightened creatures standing by
Bleeding for, bleeding for their sins and lies
The image fills my head, driving me mad
Made of red
Made of black
Made of mixed up colors and shades
Dazzled by the picture now, a picture I'll never root out of my mind
Locked in an inanimate view, dallied with the page
A fight, a bloody fight, an uncheckable rage
The death, the death of my fate, like an endless rest
She drew a picture, a picture, a picture
A picture shut in my head
Made of red
Made of black
Made of mixed up colors and shades
Dazzled by the picture now, a picture
I'll never root out of my mind
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