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Red is better
Red is better
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“Red Suits Me Better” — a march toward the edge. Industrial pulse, ritual rhythm. The drums rise like judgment, the blade falls in time with the bass. A dance for the condemned and the free — revolution as choreography, beauty as defiance. No verses of love here — only conviction, steel, and crimson light. I'm certain now Red suits me better And the hour comes I'm certain now The drums begin to thunder I'm certain now The blade descends I'm certain now Red suits me better Better, better, better [Instrumental] Isn't it a pure delight To witness the high collared fops Tight-trousered dandies Delicate lenses scrambling, gazing Unaware of their necks I'm certain now Red suits me better And the hour comes I'm certain now The drums begin to thunder I'm certain now The blade descends I'm certain now Red suits me better Better, better, better Schemes unfold among the pale weeping elites Rattling in their tumbrils as laughing children chase the dust The immaculate families, hair piled high, cravats, handkerchiefs, no smug young heirs so sure the world is theirs But the hour comes, as it always does The roaring crowd, chorus and hungry, bonnets glistening Drums rolling heavy and the blade descends Isn't it a pure delight I'm certain now Red suits me better And the hour comes I'm certain now The drums begin to thunder I'm certain now The blade descends I'm certain now Red suits me better Better, better, better