Corey Heuvel - Crimson Fools
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Far across a land of steel and windows
Deep beneath a warm and cloudy dome
Countless voices sit and cry about which way the wind blows
And walk through fire to save their own

Who will guide them now
They must keep awake somehow

Their crimson fool reflections keep fear away
To where only a glance can remain
With soft eyes they wince through the cold
And in dark times they wait to grow old

They talk with their minds wide open
But they move with their hands against the wall
Forgetting each and every tie they've broken
Looking for tomorrow to end it all

What the signs don't show
They can never know