Текст (слова) песни: Barefoot In January - Color of Red

 
color of red, color my soul 
days of the new become days of the old 
try to pretend everything is alright 
looking again at this arabian night 
do you think my hostility will ever end? 
or did the brutality ever begin? 
release the smoke that the beast retrieves 
the beast is your friend although he deceives 
 
and im living a lie and to live is to die 
and the swing on the porch 
is the sign of the torch thats to come. 
and i``ll ask you again is the devil your friend 
and the words that you speak 
are backstabbing the meek and you`ll die 
but why die 
 
creep through the bushes, forest of trees 
i am th eserpent that nobody sees 
the anger inside seems to erupt on my head 
the anger erupts and now my soul lies dead 
now let me show you just what you`ve lost 
the damage at stake is a price beyond cost 
the sting that comes from the darkness around 
they`ll hurt you much worse when you`re six underground
 

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