Taking down their names For a blacklist of a world in shame Full of poisoned minds and crooked lifelines cut Painting all their doors Black has never shone as bright before Still some of them can be seen and some can not Some of them can not So much for an open mind with a closed fist Up to the nines Up to the nines and down the drain All we made is from boon to bane Stepping up their game For a shitlist of a world in pain Full of toxic tongues and memories left to rot Painting all their doors Red has never run as fast before Still some of them can be seen and some can not Some of them can not So much for an open mind with a closed fist Up to the nines Up to the nines and down the drain All we made is from boon to bane From boon to bane, from foot to chain From flesh to bone, time and again Black and red is the night Ripped from the void of sorrow Black and red is our sight There will be be no tomorrow