Red Water running
Blood spills all around usIs this what we have come to
Spilled water is no fuss
But Red Water is to be sacred
Humans have no humanity
We lost it when we gained war
To live in a world without purity
I can consider spilling my Red Water
Is this to be our destiny
Do we have no choice in our fates
Born to fight without reason
Has Death set us up with blind dates
Red Water forming the Red River
Jesus's blood was white as snow
Yet our blood has an opposite effect
Our Red water brings the Black Crow
Red River forming the Red Ocean
God said he would never again flood
But said nothing of drowning from our own blood
So in our demise his promise was kept
Planet of Red Water will dry
As we all murder and die
The only thing left will be the past
And even that will not last
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