Red

They hide the cataclysm

Moon and mars is not for you

Nor is the truth

Warlike hatred ready for death

Trapped without self respect 

Madman, the God's call me

Because I laugh at the flesh

That's why I write to you

You'll choose to be someone 

Mortal hero or a failure in test 

You can't see color

Popularity is for casualties 

A statistic as far as the red eyes can see

Destroy desire or succumb to your own pyre

It was always you against you

Disregard your enemy 

Pleasure and ego 

Indoctrinated for free though

Looped adolescence in twilight 

Sadness obvious and finite 

Fairness, appearance is stress

Focus on the future

The past is always life's molest

You'll have a chance 

While the forces of fire await for you to burn to death