Crimson Debt

Two years…

Two whole years… I thought I left

it all behind. But when I opened that box…

I found something I was never supposed to find.

Midnight, cold sweat, staring at the wall,

Got a million broken memories I can’t recall.

Old box sitting in the corner of my room,

Didn’t know opening it would bring back doom.

Pulled the lid, saw a photograph inside,

Three unfamiliar faces standing side by side.

Then I looked underneath,

and my heart went cold,

Stacks of stolen money,

every bill neatly rolled.

Wait a minute, wait a second,

how’d it get here?

Why’s my head full of sirens every time I feel fear?

I got a brand-new life,

I got a brand-new name,

But the money in the box says I’m still in the game!

I can hear the footsteps,

I can see the flashing lights.

I can feel the memories,

Coming back to life tonight.

I thought that I was free…

But the past remembers me!

BLOOD MONEY!

BURIED IN THE FLOOR!

I don’t wanna be that criminal anymore!

Black car, red lights,

running through the rain,

Every dollar brings another memory of pain!

BLOOD MONEY! CAN’T ESCAPE THE TRUTH!

Three forgotten faces coming back for you!

I tried to leave the darkness,

tried to make things right,

BUT THE PAST IS COMING HOME TONIGHT!

Remember that bank? Remember that night?

Remember that monkey mask under the flashing lights?

Remember those gangsters, always talking too loud?

Remember all the cash as we vanished in the crowd?

No, no, no, I don’t remember their names,

Only broken little pictures and the sound of the rain.

Clown face laughing, skull face in the back,

Third one staring as the whole world turned black.

Now I’m looking out the window,

there’s a car across the street,

Engine still running, somebody watching me.

Could be nothing, could be something,

but I don’t wanna know,

’Cause the more I start remembering,

the harder it is to go!

One photo…

Three men…

One robbery…

And it all begins again.

BLOOD MONEY! BURIED IN THE FLOOR!

I don’t wanna be that criminal anymore!

Black car, red lights,

running through the rain,

Every dollar brings another memory of pain!

BLOOD MONEY!

CAN’T ESCAPE THE TRUTH!

Three forgotten faces coming back for you!

I tried to leave the darkness,

tried to make things right,

BUT THE PAST IS COMING HOME TONIGHT!

(hah, hah, hah) I don’t even know who those guys are… Why

can’t I remember?

Unknown caller:

“Hello, Tom.”

Tom: “Who’s this?”

Unknown caller:

“You really don’t remember us?” Unknown caller: “Check the money.” Unknown caller:

“You’re missing something.”

BLOOD MONEY! THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN!

I can feel the memories underneath my skin!

Every single secret, every single lie,

Every time I close my eyes,

I see that night!

BLOOD MONEY!

I’M NOT THAT MAN!

I won’t let the past decide who I am! (yeah)

You can take the cash,

you can take the lies,

BUT YOU CAN’T TAKE BACK MY LIFE!

One stack…

Two stacks…

Three…

“YOU STILL OWE US.”