Red sky, high tide Seek the ash and oak Wayside, must decide Before the sky turns to smoke Slow glow haze, where the wild things stay Weathered and weary, pale and bleak The night bloom is what you seek As time draws near, let us be clear An offering must be made The bitterness sets in Too numb, I succumb Where did these thoughts all stem? And when did all the lies begin? Am I condemned? As the silence rings in my ears, I am reminded of the sign Am I even fine? When will Summer pass? What debt have I amassed? Looking through the glass Dead eyes looking towards the past Soon in time the frost will sing And my bitter breath will still sting My life is a part of the design In a state of refine I am misaligned As dull days become more dreary (Inside myself) My empty eyes grow weary (Everything is a winter) Just a man who's waiting to die (A bitter end) Winter is coming, am I next in line? (What if there is nothing there at all?) Red sky, high tide Seek the ash and oak Wayside, must decide Before the sky turns to smoke Slow glow haze A hint of iron and pine Burning and leaving no trace behind From my distant mind I am misaligned And can't seem to find I can't seem to find The Red Sky that is burned in my mind In time Am I just a man that's waiting to die?