The exact colour

The night when she came/its always been death to their
honest words/always in love with her
Night when they came & bled/he was always in
other-worlds/in debt to their honest words

The columns lay in ashes drift away

Fight through the rain/against the herd/crazed by
dishonest words/amazed why? Im above the blurs
Lost in a wave of hate/she was dazed by their honest
words & praised by the earnest girls

The columns lay in ashes drift away

Youve seen the exact colour of my blood

Their eyes of tears/the flames unfold
Once a dream did weave a shade