You see me through this colored glass
This filter which makes everything less, clear
But consciously I know if I tell you
I’ll end up blue
Haunted by red, by red
This color of threat, of threat
It’s burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
Burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
How long will it take
Before this glass breaks
And it will deeply cut
Till I see blood
Haunted by red, by red
This color of threat, of threat
It’s burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
Burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
They say speech is silver
Silence is golden
I want to, I want to
I want to be true
I don't want to, I don't want to
I don't want to lose you
It’s burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
Burning, burning, burning, burning
In my mind, I’m terrified
Burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning
