it down then we?ll kill the lights You come on over, we?ll make it right We?ll lay it down then we?ll kill the lights, yeah Oh, with those curtains
it be ? Will I see The world Through different eyes ? Like a warning light, Glimmering in red, Like crimson bloodshed, Shimmering in red, Beautiful and strange, See the colours
very last day A Unicorn headed the Mystical way Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright falries all in colours
And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen and voices unheard And finally the bomb gets the last word Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed
another page The strong urge to fight that was never overcome The spirit burning bright that we shielded from the huns The lost mother tongue never spoken in the light
losing my mind I hear an orchestra...I see an orchestra I greet an orchestra...I meet an orchestra I'm in an orchestra...I am an orchestra I kill this orchestra...I kill
Get up its a minute to midnight And we've got, the whole world coming after us So we're running and running, Oh, and your eyes are the colour of wanting
don't understand Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand While she just colours her
His old man was a rebel yeller bad boy to the bone he say, can't trust a coloured feller' he'd judge em' by the tone of their skin And he was raised
! Oooooh! Through the Heaven's gates, to the other side of death. Will the black sun rise again? Will the moon be the light for man In this desert lands of existence denied? Dark is the colour
I saw the tree at the night which with his colour was killing the most sublime feelings in me and the rain led me by the furthest corridors of the dreams
paints a woodlands face As weather bleak as ever Shows its form to be mine As darkness falls Through the never And wherever light may follow It's
You ain't busting the grape You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape What I'm tellin' you all bitch ass niggas If y'all don't fuckin', if y'all coloured
vision Where faith has failed Gott Ist Tot Where science prevailed Gott Ist Tot Where faith has failed Gott Ist Tot The lights and the colours of
or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights
Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul Pure demonised blessing as I kill myself in woe Alls souls coloured the pace of the moon Shall suffer
Greenham pack, The biz is keen to kill or catch, As the people scream they're cheering. All right Jack. All right Jill. The pen is mighty and looks can kill
refuse So I find myself in a country somewhere Where mayhem's madman minions All march around a square Unquestioning obedience Is the order of the day Your friends are coloured
