Red City کے بول

Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness I'm still suspended by a thread Expecting nothing less I feel my kindred little ways I know how my story ends Like me It's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me This futile circumstance You never had a chance Like me I'm here walking in a city that is red again I'm here living with the dead again Knowing why I'm here again Like me Oh, it's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me Oh, this futile circumstance You never had a chance Like me Like me Like me Like me I can't stay here forever The hell is, I just can't remember I see myself in desperation The cyanide of realization I fall I fall Like me Oh, it's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me Oh, this futile circumstance You never had a chance Like me