"Crimson Coals Calling"
Why do I do such things with my time?
Why don’t I do something productive for a change?
It’s too much work, I’m lazy as hell
And you know this, you know me that well
And I’ve put myself through
Hellfire and crimson coals calling
I’m king of all of you
Surefire way to get killed, I know
Trace the lines with your finger
Can you read my expressions?
Can you answer my questions?
Dig your toes in the sand
Can you feel others below you?
Do you know others go through
Hellfire and crimson coals calling out
“I’m king of all of you”
Surefire way to get killed, I know
Cry your tears, speak your fears
Nobody’s going to hurt you, I swear
Nobody can hear, nobody is near
Look around – see anyone there?
We all have our secrets
Secrets secure sanctioned sectioned
Stressed strapped senseless slander
Which brings me to a gander
At those who choose to complain
When it rains, so it pours
Don’t they know?
I’m going through
Hellfire and crimson coals calling
I’m king of all of you
Surefire way to get killed, I know
