No More Color

Acted situation Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive Triumph of a dying culture Rotten core Surrounded by the Faceless circle stream Rolls like the boom Of giant granite cylinders Exposed victims and their hopeless runs Breathe in dust with a boot in the

Shining metal Arc of light Red eyes Smell of fear Deep cut Red stream On white skin In slowmotion Stop time Close your lips Keep the word Lay down and sleep With bleeding heart I'll take you away Save you from The claws of time Die by my hand, Die by