My closet is all
I have for secrets
I lived once before
I looked just like mom's painting
Dad made me play ball
I lost my real reason

I was scared, it's taste was sweet
There were too many colors

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

Wake up some more
And you´ll get used to other colors

Some how we get strapped
Into unlikely straight-jackets
Top tailors, pay all

We'll say: How well, they suit you!

They sold you bad credit
Stressed brainless, you can't budget
Sleeping ills and black/white dreams
Inside it seems like treason

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

This world is colored in
By your own hearts
It could be melting pot
For some kids crayons

This world has more than
I want to choose from
There's too many colors

Our mix strong
They're now color less

I have found

Human met hod one stab
More than any advert could offer
Turn of glaith
Of her self-induced revision

Wash your face
Look, mirron the strain on
A color of your
Eyes can show you
Are they bight red or white? Don't just close
Those shudders
Don't just pull off those covers

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

Wake up some more
Should you all get used to many other colors

Waking, it's time that you all get used to other colors