[ Featuring
The Echoes ]
Blood red over porcelain white,
Smashed and splattered,
Comes with the territory,
Comes with being alive
Feeling so confused,
You don't know wrong from right
Since you're damned if you do, I rather don't
But you're damned if you don't
And I cannot do
The suspense is killing you
As it kills me
The world doesn't forget, much less forgives