A Pigment Of Truth
My heart's sinking fine,
Your colours will show tonight.
I don't deny it. Do I deserve to feel superior?
White out of the midnight blue.
In your drawers is a tunnel made of rubber,
You destroyed the horse. Not me.
Lead me by the hand. Yes you!
Those scribbles on the walls, I made them. They weren't true,
The darkness lies too. I'm not blue.
Don't listen to what the colour tells you.
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