Gothic Americana Music

RED BRICK DUST

RED BRICK DUST

I first succumbed to some strange fever
A new sensation undefined
The wind was welcomed with a whisper
The act of judgment was maligned

Cast down the circle…

CHORUS
No more, no more
The red brick dust lays at my door
No more, no more
Take your pound of flesh

The divinations sought to warn me
To choose to tred the holy line
The spirits tossed within my belly
Yet knowing not I was entwined

Cast down the circle…

CHORUS
No more, no more
The red brick dust lays on my floor
No more, no more
Take your pound of flesh

BRIDGE
Subtle serpent, slither by
Tempt me not with silver lies
Til the stars fall from the skies
Til the ocean has run dry

To the East, the blood moon rises
And the blood is burning in my veins
The circle will contain…

CHORUS