Deep Red
Mister Filmmaker
Mommy, I'm sorry
I never wanted to kill you
I feel that's my fault
I feel negative every day I'm forced to be with that man
He's dead to me
His touch and his fabric are like fungi
Mom, I miss it makes me black
My sweet melancholy makes me look extra black
What he does is so ultraviolent that it makes me extremaly red
But I need to be quiet because I don't want to die
Running away now is no longer an option
Now it's a duty
Your eyes make me feel red
Your delicate touches make me turn blue
Your painful death makes me deeply red
Mommy, come back to my life
I don't know how to live without you
I don't survive without your affection and jokes
You just made a mistake in having been in deep red for that mortally green man
My sweet melancholy makes me alone and quiet
I want to be abandoned now
Black, now I am
Your eyes make me feel red
Your delicate touches make me turn blue
Your painful death makes me deeply red
(Painfully black)
(Lovingly pink)
And in deep red
(Fuck Them)
(Fuck That)
(Fuck Men)
(Fuck That)
(Fuck Bullshit)
(Fuck Men)
(Fuck this bullshit men)
(Oh)
(Deep Red)
(Deep Red)
(Deep Red)