struggle (forgotten ones) is bound up with mine (behind the sun) if you come to help me (behind the sun) you're wasting your time (behind the sun
Colours of day dawn into the mind The sun has come up, the night is behind Go down in the city, into the street And let's give the message to the people
supreme black gales where swift light of deep blue Kaos focus in the invincible blackness. My evil soul grows in strength... The shell of flesh is left behind
I Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall
The elder and the bold Burning by belief, yearning by deceit Behind each embracing creature I saw thousand fighting beasts I saw the furious black colours
Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes Every child's mother holds
eyes. Oh, the sun is stolen. A dark formation in the skies. Unites the powers in her eyes. Her soul's inhaling all the living light. Bringing on the
media guts [It circles is] where I start And sometimes they say... And I think If I'd wanted to live in Holland And if I'd wanted to be lived in
existant will to learning - only feeding and breeding... And dying as their time comes Just for it was "destined". Lambs... Colours dim, sun dying slowly
Window, I see the sun in the sky, for now, it is not for me Stories of old times, Black Book of Lies with no reason nor rhymes No secrets, no disguise Colour
Cause they had to hustle early got push to make their pay check Because the crazy cost of living is never forgivin no family For getting behind on payments on the colour
Those eyes were filled with tears Don?t cry, she won?t hear anymore Once upon a time she lived? As she went away, all the colours She left behind turned
the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living
havin fun cause he's got his flow on Call me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah I'll go on A tight skirt and a tail makin crazy mail In living colour, gumbo
