The Acacia Strain 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. if you wont look at me you wont 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. thats what the all say. on your knees and tell me you can live without me. your empty sockets will serve as my love.