Savor the metallic taste of truth
The melancholic chromatic haze of vertigo rushing to your head
As you see you've been stuck in a cell all along
The beautiful uncertainty of a prisoner is hiding at weird angle hard to see
I'll be stuck in this cell for a while so i might as well color its walls pink
I have no windows but i can dream of fresh air
Things only a simple mind can get, it's only fair
Tragedy written all over it and that's why my life is bare
I have tried to separate my mind from the time
Not knowing I'm already stuck in moving forwards with times
So i might as well let the waves carry me onward
And language is just meaningful emptiness for a coward