Done in Red

Sweetly safely softly soundly
All the while the words resounding
Pounding round inside my head
Of all the bullshit I’ve been fed
All the bullshit I’ve been fed
A ground up mound inside my head
Wound up now on a wound up thread
Wound up how she wound up dead
She wound up dead
She wound up dead
All the bullshit I’ve been fed
Wound up dead inside my head
Now my head is full of led
She led me here and wound up dead
I found her here just sounding dead
I’d rather clown around instead
She’d rather frown inside my head
Inside my head she lies in bed
In bed she lies and dies; is dead
Is dead she spies and lies instead
All the bullshit I’ve been fed
In lies inlies the prize to wed
My eyes despise this guise of red
All the bullshit I’ve been fed
She wound up dead
She wound up dead
The world is spinning in my head
Her world is red
Her world is red
Roses red are roses dead
Her broken eyes are gone and fled
Her spoken lies are songs gone red
Her world is red
Her world is dead
Spreading out and out from out her head
Uncurl each shred
Unfurl her: dead
And now and wow and how she pled
All the bullshit wound up dead
I’ve been fed
I’ve been fed
She is my butter is my bread
Butter spread
Is better red
Everything’s been done and said
Done and said
Done in red
Everything is fun when dead
Fun when dead
Fun in red
Sweetly safely softly said
I made her dead
I’m made of led