Where I'm from, everything is in purple
It is so beautiful but everyone wants out
Because where I'm from all is purple, all is one

In here, we can see the whole colour spectrum
Be it orange, be it green, perhaps red, or maybe black
In the end though only purple is on our mind
They don't have that purple here
here, it's nowhere to be found

Let me do a magic trick for you
Watch closely,
It might pass right by you
Watch as I search through my pockets
For loyalty, devotion and just a sprinkle of trust
Watch as I find nothing
There once was a brat who turned them all into
Dust.

Oh, darling, you need somebody to chase you
But forgive me, my legs won't move no more
Find yourself a fast runner because you run like the wind
And I'll just stay here, with my feet on the moon, loving you [standing] still.

I will do whatever the **** I want, always
No matter what anyone says
I'm the nicest person in the world
But only until they try to steal my eyes
Telling me what to see

There shall be a feast
Vultures flying around
Picking on your brains
But no, that's just not enough for them
No, it's not enough

There shall be a feast
Jackals running around
Looking for carcass
But no, it's nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found

There shall be a feast
People blab about
So many fears to be fed
And it's perfectly enough
Oh, perfectly enough

There shall be a feast
A monk thinking out loud
With no hunger and no guilt
He enjoys the sunlight
Shining on his veins

The greatest love story ever told
The biggest tragedy to unfold
It is between the Devil and God Himself.
Humans are their last hope.
It is only through humans
They can be once more a whole.
Purest love and most terrifying hatred.
In the end
They both just wish they could make it.

I would paint a picture,
But it will be words coming out.

I would love and come to talk
But my mouth will zip,
by the time I even open the door.

I would be willing to express an emotion
But bring you a hanger,
so you can pull it out from my throat.

I would say I'd love to prove a point
But then forget what it was even for.

I would think there are many ways to go
But then walk on the same road.

I think I know what I would like to do next
But my brain has gone for a stroll.

My soul is meant to be free
They may fly along with me
And so they say, but I can see
They want to hit the ground again
They wanna be with me
But I belong only to the sky I'm breathing in
I am free, I am free