I spent a lot of my time
Looking at the blue
The colour of my room and my mood
Blue on the walls
Blue out of my mouth
The sort of blue between clouds
When the sun comes out
The sort of blue in those eyes
You get hung up about
When that feeling of
Meaninglessness sets in
Go blowing my mind on God
The light in the dark
With the neon arms
The meek He seeks
The beast He calms
The head of the good soul department
I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony
I associate love with red
The colour of my heart when she's dead
Red in my mind
When the jealousy flies
Red in my eyes
From emotional ties
Manipulation, the danger signs
The more I think about sex
The better it gets
Here we have a purpose in life
Good for the blood circulation
Good for releasing the tension
The root of our reincarnations
I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony
I spent a lot of my time
Looking at blue
No wonder that I blew it
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