Lyrics

The dumbness of your workarounds
Reminding me you're operational
In only one dimension
Feeding all the time
The victims of your lies
The poison in your eyes
Trailing them away in the wrong direction

Red Herring
Following around
The heavy smell
Of your emptiness

How can i spare myself?
Cannot let my epicenter drying out
By the iris of the segments of your white lies
How can i spare myself?
Cannot let my epicenter rusting
Near the engine of your treachery
Drifting us away from the right direction

Repurposing old worthless lies
With memories as unoriginal
As your self-worth delusions
Objecting open wide
The victims of your rise
To voices in your mind
Bringing them away from the right direction

Red Herring
Following around
The heavy smell
Of your emptiness


How can i spare myself?
Cannot let my epicenter drying out
By the iris of the segments of your white lies
How can i spare myself?
Cannot let my epicenter rusting
Near the engine of your treachery
Drifting us away from the right direction


Dragging sentimental endings
With elemental indirections
Rambling fantasies verbatim
You overstay your welcome
To elevate your perished kingdom:
“Island of Rhetorical Incest”

Red Herring
Following around
The heavy smell
Of your emptiness