Civilized temples in black, white and grey walls closing in from around Wherever you turn the night is the day you accept this and utter no sound And now - this voice from afar coloured in purple and red It calls - it calls out your name reaches your soul yet not dead
Why don't you tell me the truth Pain - repays - stealing your youth
Life as you know it exposed to the sand your self assurance breaking away You cover it up by tightening the bands curse the things that set you astray Doubts now cover your mind again turning colours so black The fear turned up from behind you didn't cover your back
You stifle your lust Turn your back on the day You must - swallow the dust Colour the column of grey
Why don't you tell me the truth Pain - repays - stealing your youth
The solid ground on which you stand a tower ready to fall Without an open mind it won't expand don't force yourself to crawl Truth - sealed by a bond cracking but only by will Open up - and let it blast through the light is there to thrill
You stifle your lust Turn your back on the day You must - swallow the dust Colour the column of grey