Lost in the unending veil, in the depths of the darkest heart
Lies the path to life, beside the fragments it tears apart
Below the blood red skies, behind the barriers of one's mind
There lies the final key, painted in a simple thin red line
It's a thin red line that drives a man insane
And a thin red line that distorts everything
A thin red line painted in the blood of the past
Just a simple thin red line that always seems to laugh
Whether in blood or ink, the line never seems to fade away
Always bold and clear, and brings memories of darker days
What drives a man to beat, his son of three years time
On the poor boy's face, in the blood is a thin red line
It's a thin red line that makes the pain not go away
And a thin red line that sees the anger and the hate
A thin red line that pervades all of what we know
Just a simple thin red line crossed in angst and made of gold