Red Lines

A black screen with red lines
Tick marks of events
I go over each one, again and again
Backwards and forwards, there's no end

Just a black screen with red lines
Where do I begin?
I go over each one, searching within

They are just red lines on a black screen
Telling stories of what had once been
I scour each one, looking for...sin?

They are red lines
Tattooed on your skin
Backwards and forwards
Etched, when you were searching within

They are just red lines
You tattooed on your skin
Tick marks of events
Of what had once been

You don't need to tattoo those red lines
Tracing over each one, again and again

Because it's just a black screen with red lines in the end