The spectrum of my eye sees this one color perhaps if I smile it would be less duller
But I can't help but to sink into a sadness of this color when I see the rain drops on an easy Sunday morning With the drips and drops against my windowsill that outlooks to the dreary city
Busy people passing, stepping over puddles The gloomy clouds over cast my apartment
and I still wonder, if the sun is still shinning where ever you may be because it's certainy not in my eyes
I don't know how I feel about this one but enjoy. RIP to Mitch Lucker, forever a legend.