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Black and red

The sky ain't blue, the sky ain't grey
The sky is black, I see thing that way
The sun ain't bright, the sun is red
Sometimes I wish that I was dead

I take it back, perhaps I lied
Maybe I don't want to die
Just tired of walking on this earth
You can take my word for what it's worth

The rainbow's going up in smoke
The end of days may be no joke
What's good in life ends to soon
And leaves us howling at the moon

If you forgive me all my sins
Perhaps you'd like to come on in
Just remember what I said
All I see is black and red