Good Friday

It's over, the light has returned to red My bloody red divine, so high, tastes
like cheap red wine At the party's dawn, I'll sing that song, to prolong the Scourge,
the walk of the avenue, the place, the place_ You're 20 minutes away 20 Years are hard enough some times just want to get off forever, or maybe just a couple days, 'cause forever isn't far away but it sures feels closer than you If we tied these hands,
wrap this heart in a blanket The blood would seep through, and my bloody red divine
Just smile, drink your cheap red wine, have a drink on me But how much more red is willing to bleed, one last drop, one last beat But on that Friday