Red Summer from Containment by fitter

I've been waiting for it to get hotter.
I've been waiting for a red summer.
Chasing the clocks inside of my head.
Waiting in my room.

Soil in my, fester in my sheets.
I can see now that is not complete.

There can't be another after this red summer.
I know. I know.
We'll meet there if you want to. I know I can't escape you.
I know. I know.

I've been waiting for it to get hotter.
I've been waiting for a red summer.
Chasing the clocks inside of my head.
Waiting in my room.

Deep beneath the waves, he's lost his braid, which you made.

There can't be another after this red summer.
I know. I know.
We'll meet there if you want to. I know I can't escape you.
I know. I know.

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