I ******** love the way it's wrote.
I seriously love these guys!!
Quote:
The Red Paintings are the sound of bloodied tears dripping from the Virgin Mary’s eyes. They’re the warning signs that the revolution is never coming but also the incitement that if the people lead, the leaders will follow. Each song is a puzzle piece to a landscape you can’t see. The Red Paintings are the directions home when it’s time to leave. What if we never see each other again?
They’re the repressed memories of abductions and alien experimentation that wake you in the night and the warmth that soothes you to sleep again. They are the soundtrack to a rumble between Pollock, Munch and Ryden. They’re the cancer you can’t afford to treat and the medicine you wish was a placebo. As the sun rises over Hong Kong, The Red Paintings are the light reflecting off the glass. They’re the China Dolls and they’re here to stay. The Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost.
They’re the repressed memories of abductions and alien experimentation that wake you in the night and the warmth that soothes you to sleep again. They are the soundtrack to a rumble between Pollock, Munch and Ryden. They’re the cancer you can’t afford to treat and the medicine you wish was a placebo. As the sun rises over Hong Kong, The Red Paintings are the light reflecting off the glass. They’re the China Dolls and they’re here to stay. The Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost.
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