A little white noise
A little wide clearing
A little devoid of color and feeling
Barter for value
Barter with gold
Collapsing under the things I uphold
and it's just a lot of empty thoughts
Weighing me down
Headfirst into this
A family curse
Can't get much better
It could be worse
They walk among us
Who can you trust?
Another coat over a center of rust
But you are color
and you make me tingle
Run after so much
To shadow a single
Godly moment
God, who am I?
Raised as a faithful
But born as a bad guy
Idling uphill
Losing momentum
Was it all pointless
At its conception?
But you are color
But you are.
