Colors Drift By Fast In Front Of Me
Concrete Ground Is Harsh And It Burns
If I Touch With Fingers Then I'll See
This Beauty Is Forever Never Return
Return
When Wounds Crack Open All Truth Kick In Clear
These Colors They Will Fade Before My Eyes
Hopeless But Complete Nothing Is Lies
If I Touch With My Fingers Then I'll See
No Sickness Is Forever Never Return

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