Red

Motograter

In the valley of light, there's dust In the glory of pain, there's life In the bellies of pigs, we rot In the gullet of worms, we die
 The engines turning and salvations growing dimAnd all I see, and all I see is redMy stomachs burning and the venoms soaking inAnd it's all I feel, and all I feel is red
In the stories of time, we're lostIn the glories of rage, we flyOn the shackles that bind, there's rustIn the echoes of hell, we fly
The engines turning and salvations growing dimAnd all I see, and all I see is redMy stomachs burning and the knifes just digging inAnd it's all I know, and all I know is red

Needles and pins needles and pinsNeedles and pins needles and pinsNeedles and pins needles and pinsNeedles and pins
The engines turning and salvations growing dimAnd all I see, and all I see is redMy stomachs burning and the venoms soaking inAnd it's all I feel, and all I feel is red
Red RedIts all redRedRed