
Rivers of Red ft. Tristus Boyd Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Rivers of red, in the white of my eyes
They're hot and they fry, got me asking why
Stings like nettles, it's summertime in this swamp
Wilted petals, got you in a slump
They're under your bed and they offer you time
It's not in your head, they're controlling your mind
Conspirator, they sealed us at the lips
Not anymore, we knew this when we were kids