I feel deluge bursting out of my wailing eyes
I don't know who it was to commit those sins
I just know that it's me who's going to drown

You apocalyptically approach riding a pale horse
I unfold my arms and You trample me down as Birnam Wood apathetically comes closer tearing down my golden calf, can't You see it has Your lineament? I need something substantial to cling to, and 'though the material is counterfeit, can't You see it has Your lineament? You refuse to pour the matrimony wine, so I scrape Your sacred name into my skin and drip the blood on the ceremony shrine. Whatever ritual I may perform cannot petition Your mind

Bury me under empty bottles and cigarette stubs
Make sure nobody comes to my funereal
I couldn't bear the phoniness
Of the "remembering" minute silence

Red eyes, red blood, red wine
Will You decide to read the signs
Of my surrender to a slow decline?

Kiss me kindly, sink into my skin
Take the pain away, make me feel again
Devoted death wish makes me feel alive
Razor blade, lovebites that never fade
Kisses from the edge, lovebites that never fade
Constructing a road inside my lungs
Leading me to something more than this
And the smoke manifests to a phantom
I try to speak to You
And You dissolve like a dream

Red eyes, red blood, red wine
Will You decide to read the signs of my surrender to a slow decline?
I sought shelter in an insane asylum and became the Master's best friend
I cheered with Margarita at Satan's great ball, now there's nothing left to do but awaiting the end. Numbing my sensitivity, drunk on poetry and enlightened by beer, with wine for blood and vodka for tears, pure spirit in the image of a high priest in the cathedral of hugging trees' arms, by the altar at the river shore, listening to my confession, speaking his blessings over me

Bury me in a secluded tomb of razor blades
Make sure to lay flowers on my grave
I couldn't bear Your sadness
Maha, wipe the tears away and smile!

Red eyes, red blood, red wine
Will You decide to read the signs
Of my surrender to a slow decline?

Bury me in a secluded tomb of razor blades
Make sure to lay flowers on my grave
I couldn't bear Your phoniness
Maha, wipe the tears away and smile!

Red eyes, red blood, red wine
Will You decide to read the signs
Of my surrender to a slow decline?

The only kind of love that I've ever encountered
Is the one that can't come back to me
So stop messing around with this thing You call "Karma"
While I picture Buddha chilling alone in Nirvana