Tekster: Acacia Strain, The. Smoke Ya Later.

The searchlights have stopped.

That means the helicopters have stopped looking for me.



And i finally got to see the sky.



Bright red with brilliance just like the blood that came shooting out of your eyes.

Bright red with brilliance, Bright red with brilliance

Bright red



And i finally got to see the sky.



If you won't look at me you won't look at anyone.



The comparison is astounding.



As the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were sorry,

As the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were wrong.



But thats what they all say.

On your knees and tell me you can live without me.

Your empty sockets will serve as my love.