Crimson ocean from Transfer Transform by YEAHRS

Oh dear lover
why do you have to be so kind
You like to see me fly across the stars
I'm gravitating
Navigating on a crimson ocean
Full sails ahead you're never slowing down


Get your hands of me now
I wish you would burn alive
your disease's inside me now
Neither dead nor alive

Maybe you were right
Maybe I deserve to die
Mixed feeling got me all disorganized
when I don't do right
You Paint my body like god paint the sky
Transfer the sickness from your head to mine

Hate
Get your hands of me now
I wish you would burn alive
your disease's inside me now
Neither dead nor alive

Hope you'll remember my face
In my eyes you'll see the hate
Blowing up your fucking head
Yes Love is all, we're all the same

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