Red Life

We have got that red life We're already dead life We came from the mushroom We don't have to just assume Society is but a room Behind the door, there is a tomb Beyond the tomb, there is a gate For which we all will have to wait Call me correct Call me dead Disrespect That's my head All neglect In my shed Stuffed to the brim With bullshit instead You know I'm always down for the love You know I'm always down to get up Call me correct Call me dead Disrespect That's my head All neglect In my shed Stuffed to the brim With bullshit instead I am but one with you