Red Room (White Room - Cream Parody)

In the red room with tarp curtains in a warehouse
Onion country, crypto payments, wired hirelings
Blood  concourses run down to screams on the dark web
Website smiles on you grieving, for entertainment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You thought no strings would be perfect on her profile
That's the ticket, restless damsels, in chat windows
You fell into such a bad time from your frustration
As you logged in, felt my own need just beginning
I'm waiting for you when you come 'round back
Ties bind you so no chance to run from your hell.

At this party you're the feature for the hard crowd
Exultation in each new wound for high bidding
Hungry tigers webcam watchers look in your eyes
Getting messy, goodbye is close, my poor darling

You'll lie in this place bleeding for the crowd;
Die in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

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