Red Weeds Lyrics


Grey plasma peeling off an October forecast,

a cylindrical object approaches

Neurological aneurysm, there's a virus between us

The gruesome visuals of a hemorrhage will be the mere understatement of our future

It feels like cockroaches crunching when our hands are clasped,

or red weeds dripping in my wounds

A grenade and five Pitbulls are about to strike

You say, "Hello..".