Stress and Colours - Eye of the Enemy

And though the fear has passed

I know

That this hollow sophistry

Is just residual entropy

An asinine confluence

Of dull minds and

Embittered revelry

Your embarrassing sciamachy

Wretched, unhinged, unholy

Besotted with silk and folly

And yet their faces, familiar

The contours

A picture

Of grace once withheld

Now left in squalor to melt

Before our world could start

We tore ourselves apart

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Burn with the love, unsold

The lies that you were told

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Poison (purpose)

Melt your resolve

Happily graft to the truncheon

Made of your bones

Wielded by saviours

Reticent to leave good deeds unseen

And whether you’re a product of the meek or the wild

Inherited genetics from a womb crystallized

You’ll never be wrong, never need to bend

Be the last defense against the unwashed throng

(This can’t be the end)

Before our world could start

We tore ourselves apart

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Burn with the love, unsold

The lies that you were told

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Before our world could start

We tore ourselves apart

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Burn with the love, unsold

The lies that you were told

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Before our world could start

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours

Burn with the love, unsold

I exist as

Nothing but stress and colours