The love and life and the living are seen;
colors exist to interpret our dreams.
They flow with no control;
a story and a dark hole.
These mysteries we want to shatter;
but, in truth, we are beat and battered.
The energy that gives shall never die,
and so will not our sacred minds.
We lose because we must gain,
an eternity of humble hexane.
Fear not, for when physicality is gone,
our colors will certainly live on.
Here we lie,
but our energy shall never die.