Metal table Meta tables Metabolising metal pipes You think its strings of blood they scare you with Licorice lines of touchy vines But can you find the lies? If I open you up your nerves are not red at all If I open you up I open you up You're pale as a warm sunset Strings connected to a ball No no you're not red at all Did you know you're not red at all? Cords of fibers twists and turns Spongey masses secured to leather Pillars strong to move about Meat pistons fires lights ignite I love it all My favorite sight They scare you to ignite your fight But when you wither I see your insides they're not like that wicked man's lies If I open you up your brain is not red at all If I open you up I open you up You're pale as a warm sunset Strings connected to a ball No no you're not red at all Did you know you're not red at all? The craving to see the water its in your head when you're alive To know the things you've seen before But what of you when you die? If I open you up you're beautiful If I open you up I open you up You're pale as a warm sunset Strings connected to a ball No no you're not red at all Did you know you're not red at all? You're not They scared you with colors a lot They needed lights to hide that you're not red at all And nothing wrong with the color But who you are is more than the killer
