Returning at twilight
Out of a suffering light
As for naked fortune
I can color my mind one last time
Colors sweet surrounding me
The power of sun, believe me
Has low importance the grey in the streets
I am searching for
This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices
Giving mankind the revelation...
You've got to give back all the choices
A liter of ink flows on the pages
From mouth to mouth, to the TVs
"Eat good, drink wine go for a run,
keep brown... this is your last sun!"
I pull your colors to mine
The fucking grass grows in this side
Sitting on the wet grass
Eyes to a sky without stars
As for naked fortune
It seems a whatever dawn
Just more queer
I've seen a grey world dying out
In the fiction-like silence of my city
Every person frightened by my smile
As in search of my colored world
Out of a suffering light
As for naked fortune
I can color my mind one last time
Colors sweet surrounding me
The power of sun, believe me
Has low importance the grey in the streets
I am searching for
This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices
Giving mankind the revelation...
You've got to give back all the choices
A liter of ink flows on the pages
From mouth to mouth, to the TVs
"Eat good, drink wine go for a run,
keep brown... this is your last sun!"
I pull your colors to mine
The fucking grass grows in this side
Sitting on the wet grass
Eyes to a sky without stars
As for naked fortune
It seems a whatever dawn
Just more queer
I've seen a grey world dying out
In the fiction-like silence of my city
Every person frightened by my smile
As in search of my colored world
Lyrics submitted by mrdorman
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It's about how the world's "colors" are fading. All originality is dying out and people are just eating what the media feeds them. Just generally about the degeneration of the the new generation.