Red کے بول

Leave me alone, as I gather my pride. And see the holes that I forever hide. I think I've seen you in your darkest disguise, For I am blinded. I hate the light of your brutal eyes. I hate the mask on your face that never cries. I want to burn your face. I feel the dragon that lives under your skin. I feel the frost on your heart of sin. You sucked my hope an dispatched my fate. So immoral. A celebration for the separated. A wicked kiss for the love that died. As on the cross of disgust I paint, With my blood our lie. Once I thought you where sended from our apathetic gods. Yet now I know that a much darker kin grew your shade. But be that as it may, I love you still with my darkest hate.