Marching through paper streets Dreams folded at my feet The air tastes of rusted rain I close my eyes again Crimson parade, drag me down Through the wreckage of my youth Drums of war shake the ground But never tell the truth Never tell the truth The seams were sutured to my soul Every salute a toll Paid to beauty's slow decay That kept my hands away Crimson parade, drag me down Through the wreckage of my youth Drums of war shake the ground But never tell the truth Never tell the truth If beauty is a weapon Then I am the wound If love is a procession I'll be the one unmoved Crimson parade, pull me under Through the ashes of my youth Lightning splits the thunder But I've forgotten truth I've forgotten truth Crimson parade... Lyrics: Cheshirah
