Two side colour
Bed's always wet
Turn the motor on
We're going somethere else
Hold those pieces inside your bed
Must be who bleed
Who pulled the trigger, it's a papers death
Two side colour dress.
Two side colour
One is on her head
The other is burning out
& pushing her away
Killing angles, it's a papers death
Must be who bleed
Shot drawn from heros from your head
We're going somewhere else
(in beded corpses)
Back sit scider - she's there
Pushing hard thruth inside
Light is percil & blind
Colour blunded her mind
Looking throught the camera lents
One colour is hers the other is not there
So open up & just wait
To see it, to fee it, to raise it, it's death.