Red City - Stone Sour

Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness

I’m still suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less

I feel my kindred little ways… I know how my story ends

Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose

Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance

Like me…

I’m here, walking in a city that is red again

I’m here, living with the dead again

Knowing why I’m here again

Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose

Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance

Like me…

I can’t stay here forever

The hell is, I just can’t remember

I see myself in desperation

The cyanide of realization

I fall…

I fall…

Like me… it’s not your gift to choose, I know you’re going to lose

Like me… this futile circumstance, you never had a chance

Like me…