Await my breath
   the colours blend to extract
   nutrition
   from black and white
   
   And off we go
   into the colour saturated part of you
   count me in
   the fraud you're planning
   
   Now the peasant lies still
   for he knows the lot
   knows why and when and whom to blame
   
   Set the controls for pleasant dreams
   speak the liars tongue
   to wake the ancient gods
   
   Set the controls for higher grounds
   Trust me to fetter my thoughts
   Count me in
   
   That epitaph
   met my eye through the wilderness
   now the crescent lies still
   for it covers the lot
   
   sweet saturation
   when colours leave no space to fill
   I dare you, count me in
   count me in the fraud you're planning
   
   That epitaph
   met my eye through the wilderness
   as a monument of that fraud
   colours leave the spaces in shades of grey
   and those salty tastes
   that labels the dissidents
   
   Morning mist
   one freezing night awaits your death
   salty taste
   lures that child to lick
   that child lies still for it knows the lot
   
   Final solution for the colourless
   and I'm off
   I'll count you all in
   
   That epitaph
   one freezing night awaits your death
   colours spawned by dust
   recall the saltier taste of hate

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