What Fresh Hell

Blood-red sky casts an eye on the street below
Seven witnesses, all with nothing to say
Red, black and blue, colors of the new rainbow
Looks like the new boss thinks he’s here to stay
It’s hard to know if it’s too far
When you’re pushing for a cause
It’s hard to know if it’s too far
When nothing is ever explained
What fresh hell is this?
Can it be fixed by a kiss?
Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
What fresh hell is this?
Skin on skin, but never a meeting of the minds
Five long years and still nothing has changed
Zone by zone, we’re turning into a war ground
Feels just like the old boss, maybe everything is pre-arranged
It’s hard to reason with someone
Who only wants to move backwards
It’s hard to reason with someone
Who doesn’t want you to move at all
What fresh hell is this?
Can it be fixed by a kiss?
Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
What fresh hell is this?
It’s hard to know if it’s too far
When you’re pushing for a cause
It’s hard to know if it’s too far
When nothing is ever explained
What fresh hell is this?
Can it be fixed by a kiss?
Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
What fresh hell is this?