Red, Red, Red Wine
I have tasted her skin
Just like the addiction of red wine
A bitter sweet taste that has formed permanent memories
Memories that is now sweet to my own detriment
A regiment of sacrifices for the red wine
Withdrawal symptoms unbearable
In this dark room with my red wine
Stuck in the non-existence of time
Addiction never felt so fine
Committing crimes of grandeur for this wine
Her flesh is an opiate so divine
And it’s all mine
My precious
Pretty Precious
Lovely precious
A sacrifice fit for the Gods that I kept for myself
This greed fulfills my personal need
All for me, She is all mine and mine alone
The King will not share his red wine
The fruits of the vine are for my veins
Stuck in this game
All for a selfish gain
I have submitted my body to the red wine
She is inside my brain
Now I am a wild animal untamed
A lion without its Maine
Walking the streets of St. Louis asking commuters if they now her name
Have you seen her?
For I need her
Memories of her sweet taste, haunts me
I walk around looking for her
Her red wine
The abominable destruction of my sanity
That taste, so sweet and vindictive
This pain
My soul is in pain
Another shot to my vein
My, My, She is so fine
For her sweet wine
To the rest of the world, I remain blind
For she is now all mine
Red, Red, Red Wine
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