My closet is all
I have for secrets
I lived once before
indoors just like fox painting
That maybe grateful
I lost my real reason
I was scared
Taste was real
There were too many colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Other colors
Somehow we get trapped in
too unlikely straight-jackets
Top tailors, pay all
We'll say, 'Well, they suit you!'
They sold you that credit
Stressed brainless, you can't budge
Sleeping elves in black/white dreams
Inside it seems like treason
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors
This world is colored in
by your own hearts
It could be melting pot
for soldier's crayons
This world has
more than I
wanted it for
Too many colors are mixed wrong
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