being used, but never forgiven
|
being pushed out, then pulled
|
right back in
|
how can I run, when you pull my
|
strings
|
self deception wrapped
|
in the colors of death
|
|
living a life behind curfens and
|
fear
|
confidence sparks the colors of
|
death
|
opportunity barks from a snakes
|
gapping mouth
|
blind eyes wide open, I walk
|
onward
|
|
to young to die
|
purile killer
|
the colors of death
|
|
time passed slowly, every second
|
a struggle
|
controle of destiny slips away
|
initiations talking all chances
|
consequences cut out, I get
|
sucked in
|
|
-----------------
|
Colors Of Death
|
| Grip Inc. |
