作词 : Timoté Iglesias
作曲 : Timoté Iglesias
Creeping hue’s drops in your eyes are bleeding through your words.
Stop blinking, time is up, your sight has been blurred.
Fed by the chasm’s fruits
Dating back to the schism roots
Decaying for too long.
The poison kicks off in your head
The poison sneaks up to your bed.
It feels its way along.

Made up of pink and blue
We’re stuck in
Time the die is cast
Your colour never passed
Made up of pink and blue
You love it
You pouring down the colours
Forever in their mind

Mainline blue dye in your arm to feel unwavering
No water for sight, locked in the pride you feel safer in
We sew blinkers on their eyebrows,
Their vision’s monochrome.
Fades out in this world
Her colour will prevent her to rouse
To see that life is polychrome.
To face the real world.
We’re swimming in a purple loo
Imbibing all the goo
We’re sitting in our coloured cage
Getting bitter as we age
Creeping hue’s drops in your eyes are bleeding through your words.
Stop blinking, time is up, your sight has been blurred.
Screen is tricking both of you
Maintaining you are free:
« Women can do what men can do,
Boys may cry a sea. »
But you know that nothing changed since the apple tree.