Red (single)

Cycles Twisting, spirals ending Only to come back around Repeating Nothing matters It's all, going to end Cycles Twisting, spirals unending It's a salve A tonic A placebo Sugar pills to bide the time All directions look the same Each time we see that, we find a way To keep, going And try to forget, ever knowing Air. Water. Salt. Sugar. Acid. Bile. Mucous. Blood. Cycles Pumping blue, bleeding red Wearing down, fading away, falling out, til the day. Cycles, your cycles ends. You are consumed, by things,you never even see. You are just a gruel, nutrition. Your cycle ends. It's a salve, a tonic Sugar pills to bide the time, to bide the time