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• Artiste: Dies
• Titre: The World Is Red
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Looking down on the planet, The hands cupped around it are tired The horror turns the oceans red, And sets the sky on fire The ants pour out of the iron cages, And sever their heads with a clip Scrambling down a world of cement, All grey and drowned in the spit The world is red and we see in Technicolor, The screaming comes through in 5.1, So we open up, and open up each other, Until the hands seal it up and we come undone I'm carrying a cross with a rope and jumper cables, I've given it seats and wheels I lie and say it's up on my back, And I'm washing the dirt with the blood from my heels But the cross isn't gold or lit up with fluorescents, Just cut from a tree, and ugly in essence Cuts to the bone, and impales my heart Up in space the lights are laughing, Led by the morning star Hurls himself down into the blue And turns us all red wherever we are The world is red, and we see in Technicolor, The screaming comes through in 5.1, So we open up, and open up each other, Until the hands seal it up and we come undone The world is red, and we see in monochrome The crying becomes a sublevel frequency, Just a hum, an endless drone, Makes no movement inside of me The northern lights show us violence in space The way out is not up; touch the ground with your face The northern lights show us violence in space The way out is not up; touch the ground with your face The world is red, and we see in Technicolor, The screaming comes through in 5.1, So we open up, and open up each other, Until the hands seal it up and we come undone The world is red, and we see in monochrome The crying becomes a sublevel frequency, Just a hum, an endless drone, Makes no movement inside of me