Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Color Stealer

I love the rainbow of your dreams, those blacks, greys and greens.

I swallow your thoughts like a bitter pill
And spit out your notions upon the window sill,
Claiming them to be mine, and still
I cannot get you to open up and breathe.

In the dastardly field of covering lies,
I undoubtedly fed fires with my horrible cries
Of lust and greed, so ready to seethe
That I managed to crumble, dirty with belief.

I love the rainbow of your dreams, those blacks, greys and greens

It is an indication of insanity, I think,
When I bleed for the sake of seeing your eyes
Turn downcast and bitter, I begin to sink
In the idea of destroying you; to disaster I drink.

In the end, the bad guy gets screwed,
Though my faith has not been renewed
I learn to finally see all that is you.
I finally release this black attitude.

I love the rainbow of your dreams, those blacks, greys and greens.

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Color Stealer

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