in colour, we're living in colour I can see the paint on your toes Living in colour, we're living and Even in the blackout, I know Living in colour,
for me Is to stick that knife in See your disbelief When you know it's the end Crosses and pentagrams carved in your flesh Ritual Organs excised and
terrific) Yes they all come from out of the sky you know I'm waiting for the dove that never came home I'm waiting for the painter when his colours
and DEATH Burn this vermin world in its most deep slumber And to all of Sheob, give the sulphur breath Blacken all their ghastly colours And freeze
equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour
Industrialised abortions The organs lined up on the shelves Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace With your pitful fucking selves So full of
like to slide my hand inside your stomach And rip out the putrid remains, Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs Until all the casket is drained
Restroom magicians. Mescaline visions. Pink riots and pigmen in city streets. And in the gutter, distorted colours. At the end of the rainbow our copper
humiliation from the room And I know you though you play marlene dietrich in the bar Sinking slurring out of key like some jarred and jaded star But the colour
The Whirligig Beetles are wary and fast with an organ to detect the ripples. The Arachnid Moths lay their eggs inside other insects along the borders
Today the colour line/ is the power line/ is the poverty line Racism and imperialism work in tandem And poverty is their handmaiden Those who are poor
storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat like LeBron, Ahh, ha hahahaha ha I'm the best now, anybody where's the money? shit invest now Soccer mom needs to organize
I was born botanical the soul of an animal deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots no need for mechanical I come strictly organical when I need to feast
baby boy dieing under hot desert sun, watch your colours run. did you believe the lie they told you, that christ would lead the way and in a matter of
Sit In The Range In The Range, Infinite Intimate Thangs, Between Us She The Sillest Insane Feel My Pain Mayne, Hood Life Bumpin My Arteries Iam An Organ
. They talk from the screen and T.V. tube. They talk revolution like it's processed food. They talk of anarchy from music hall stages, Look for change in colour
again Living in colour, living in colour, I can see the paint on your toes, Living in colour Even in the blackout, I know Living in colour, living in colour
I live for what you would call filth and disgust Someone's loss of blood will power and light my veins I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful