Covered in bleached white sheets
So suffocating but the red is staining
And tainting my view
We were expected to fall
Expected to crumble
But we'll show you all

So stand now grinning
How foolish you look, how foolish you are
With your fickle hearts, (BLACKTOP!) passion expired
We've got compassion
Where's your compassion

May pride be your fall
Caesar's fate be yours
Never gave us a damn inch
Well now you will
We're breaking down your walls
I love it when the rain falls
And washes the red away

How do you like it?
Does it feel like a headache that won't go away