Color me dark
Color me dark, and pained in the eyes
Color me with black and twisted lies,
paint in me all the secrets
of the death you wish to escape
and nothing of the beauty of the sun scape
Color me with crimson not of wine but of blood
and show me all the secrets covered by dirt and mud
the secrets of the grave, and the colors of dis pare
for that is my home, i am comfortable there
Color me with black and twisted lies,
paint in me all the secrets
of the death you wish to escape
and nothing of the beauty of the sun scape
Color me with crimson not of wine but of blood
and show me all the secrets covered by dirt and mud
the secrets of the grave, and the colors of dis pare
for that is my home, i am comfortable there
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