The Blues And The Reds - Machinista

Standing on the beach with the knife in my hand

No memory of last night, have I lost it again?

Tried hard not to fail but the blues got an hold on me

A man reaching out to hold my hand

I’m falling apart again

I lost myself back when the blues turned to red

Mouth moving but no words

Skin is turning red with my face turned away

I’m digging deep into my damaged goods

It´s like cutting knives I’m barely holding up

I’m just a puppet at your strings

Noises bring a ghost to me

Past closing in on me

The mirror shows me nothing

And nothing is my friend

Covered in dirty soil

Taking me down this time

Staring into my eyes

Holding my soul

I’m falling apart again

I’m falling apart again