The call of the inner self, avoids the incidents of the outer world Like a chess-player in an odd fight, the time for decisions is running out Black or white, win or lose, like good or bad and peace or war
The white king, exploits the opponents insecurity To sow discord for a lowbrow war The black king on the other hand, shedding blood on white floor All this is food for humanity's mindless breeding of hate And so once more blood represents the only color-red perspective But see the colors, they represent the feelings Not always the ruin
And we're all dancin' a psychotic waltz Feelin' so insecure, here in this colored world Fallin' into the unknown, shadows surround me Behind the colors black battles white I have to form a contrast, otherwise the colors fade Give up the point of view Conflicts are the only way….a great paradox….
We have to form a contrast Otherwise the colors fade And all the questions (about this earthly being) Blend to an only answer - war of minds, war of thoughts - war of kinds, war of worlds In most cases, an extreme point of view creates a hell So for the narrow-minded - for the great believer and the free mind in a box - for the great deceiver and the great paradox
Now call it how you want, free minds are we all And in a wide colored spectrum of opinions Even a speck, completes the seven And prevents checkmate against ourselves And prevents colors' fall into oblivion
And we're all spectral creatures Feelin' so insecure, here in this colored world Fallin' into the unknown, shadows surround me Behind the colors black battles white I have to form a contrast, otherwise the colors fade Give up the point of view, don't want to create a hell Let's hope the achromatopsy never winsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
