Martian Sand

Die on the chime it glows
Stand out on the red windows
I am not meant to be here
But I go with it
Not unline before
We ended up a bore
Just watch for the score
And you'll pay for it
This is nothing I can hear
Fight for what you conceive
To be what you are believed
Try not to shed a tear
When we bother you
Just open the door
We will cross the floor
Not unlike before
It has proven true
Crimson falls through fingers' dew
Crawling home on Martian Sand
That could never fill your hand
I am not meant to be here