Crimson Covered Peace Why do we go blind from looking into the sun? Does it hold too much truth? Too much beauty to stare into? Is this film over our eyes or is it simply lies that we've been told since we were born? Smile, feel the warmth, but it's all an illusion, a trick of the mind that can leave you shattered. Oh, sun shine your rays and burn my skin. I can't feel them anymore. I can't feel these cold hands on my back. Don't let the sun fly away into night. Don't let the film cover your eyes. We all want the truth, we all need it, scream it! We all want the truth! It's sad that the old and deceased have more to say than we. Thus we must speak out, shout, yell, oh yes! Don't obey their God's will. He's fake and hovers over clouds. Strikes down thunder and arouses those who can't see what's going on for themselves. Don't let the sun fly away into night. Don't let the film cover your eyes. We all want the truth, we all need it, scream it! We all want the truth! Sensitive cold skin rushes my cheeks red. Everything is above my head. Except for the ground that shakes beneath my feet. It's too late to say one last thing... FREEDOM!
I met a girl a while back who had got stoned, stared at the sun, and will spend the rest of her life with massive blind spots in the centers of her retinas. None so blind as those who fucked up for no good reason.
