maybe red’s like roses?

maybe it’s the pool of blood

the innocents will lay in

when in the end you’ve failed to save them?

their dying eyes

are wide and white like snow

and now they know

the cost of trusting you’s obliteration

mirrors will shatter

crushed by the weight of the world

the pillars collapse in shame

there’ll be no rest

there’ll be no love

there’ll be no hero in the end

who will rise above

and when it ends

the good will crawl

the shining light will sink in darkness

victory for hate incarnate

misery and pain for all

when it falls