I like the color red,
I hate the color red.
I love dark red roses
That look like velvet in my bed.
The crimson is consuming,
Its beauty is like fiction,
But I also hate it
It's such a contradiction.
The red is so addictive,
A game played by the kings
Who's bodies are their castles,
Who's souls are their wings.
You're impatient just to see
Another scarlet red.
I never wear red clothes,
Cause they remind me of the dead.
It's the affair's colour,
The devil's flair,
IÂ remember I once had
Slight crimson hair,
Maybe I was a devil,
A contradiction, of course,
Maybe I was just me
Coded in morse,
Because you never understood me,
And you never cared
For the cherry wine girl,
With the crimson hair.