I could never castigate you while you had the higher power
But I'm free now of the bruises of your measured tyranny
Ascetic aesthetics captivate while I conspire to denigrate
Don't go chasing freedom's hold if you want to lose your self-control
Red and black is all I'll ever see
Cold and numb is all I'll ever be
Old self-doubt insinuates and new-found fears reciprocate
Let worship be your warship and pedestals be your swift demise
Red and black is all I'll ever see
Cold and numb is all I'll ever be