Turning Crimson
Oh my am I turning crimson
Thinking of all the criminal minds and blood spilt
Time to scream, time to pay
But I don't want to pay
Ill-informed wills to power
Pushing children and mothers to murder
At last, at least some reaction
Some reaction
I will lock the doors to this house
Keeping the vermin out until I feel safe
Until I feel something
I feel nothing