Colour me in, it's another, same as last week
So someone begin, and imitate your speech
Fill up my thin, break another
Long as it's him
Knuckles write a black, blue letter
Coming forward, call the forgetter
Come and haul me into the river
Eyes searching for the forgiver
Holding off the trodden and never
Fight back, just hold on to the forgetter
Maybe I'm sick, but it's always felt like this
Probably fearful, not like you'd ever admit
So colour me in, fill me up
Treatment for the creature that's scared of us
Prick the skin so I remember
Falling into older voids
Soak my things in all your liquor
Bring your fin to cut the noise
Hold this in, inside your final thought
Hands in the jar, look, she's been caught again
Knuckles write a black, blue letter
Knuckles write a black, blue letter