Red Handed (Shadow Project)

There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeting Red handed, red handed Night dismembers Red handed, red handed Fight to remember Another's life is racked with shame Another lie still sounds the same Feeding fuels of unkept fires Wallow in your private mire Into the spectre Of endless plight You'd like a face to reshape But there's no sense In fleeing You're caught red handed Red handed Red handed, Red handed ... There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeing Another's eyes open in vain Another cry muffled with pain Feeding fuels of unkept fires Fall lifeless in your self made mire