Colour 가사

Colour Medusa sits 36 puntcures away a mere skeleton Accosting me, haunting me, poisoning herself, herself The colour that fades, with the loss of innosence, need be, regained, to show, true form Beautiful and serine when omitting the blood-stained stream, from which my heart beats and history repeats. Right, now To prevent atrophy tonight, or we shall fade into the sky with the bile that will soon dissipate into our sky What started serine, like translusecent water shineing in the sun corrupted with bother I wish it would rain Now my blood runs red, Dripping from your needle like the rain that falls from your wounded steeple