paroles de chanson In The Red - Pyrophoria

My eyes are bloodshot
Hold me up like a mugshot
Her laugh like a gunshot
We're criminal but not

I black out you're in the red
Your hands, your hands were bled

Why did I die for you
Broken hearts bore you
A jailer to report to
A hearse built for two

I don't need it anymore
Leave her morphine at the door
I'm screaming on the floor
In my clothes that she wore
Revolver in the drawer
The Black-hearted Queen lost the war