This distrust grows inside me
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Consumed by pain
Consumed by utter rage
This is the making of a monster
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
Try and hang
Cross from my neck
I'll see you
Dead instead
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Blood on my hands
Crimson red
With the blade at my neck
No mercy
The rivers run red
With the blade at my neck
There is no redemption
This distrust grows inside me
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
Blood on my hands
Weight Bearer - Crimson Lyrics
Weight Bearer - Crimson Lyrics
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This distrust grows inside me
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Consumed by pain
Consumed by utter rage
This is the making of a monster
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
Try and hang
Cross from my neck
I'll see you
Dead instead
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Blood on my hands
Crimson red
With the blade at my neck
No mercy
The rivers run red
With the blade at my neck
There is no redemption
This distrust grows inside me
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
Blood on my hands
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Consumed by pain
Consumed by utter rage
This is the making of a monster
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
Try and hang
Cross from my neck
I'll see you
Dead instead
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
I can smell the blood on my hands
Crimson red, this will all end instead
This is the making of a monster
Blood on my hands
Crimson red
With the blade at my neck
No mercy
The rivers run red
With the blade at my neck
There is no redemption
This distrust grows inside me
Never felt so obsessed
With the depths of my unrest
This distrust grows inside me
Never been so obsessed
Within the depths of my unrest
Blood on my hands
Writer: James Leckey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid