Chill Out! Put your feet up
Take a toke and sit back a while
Relax! All your demons
We'll work it out tonight
Crimson red, colors of love to me, of lights you'll never see
So rest your head against my head
Your arms are my hearse
This curse won't reverse
So lift your head or you'll be dead
Precious stones erode and fade
I'll carry my love for you
I'll leave if you want me to
I'll live with or without you
It works either way
Falling back on what all they've considered wrong
Swallow sounds of napalm feeding through your bones
Wallowing through muck of feeling ever torn
Hollowed hearts call out to sights of the unknown
