Stress and Colours

And though the fear has passed
I know
That this hollow sophistry
Is just residual entropy
An asinine confluence
Of dull minds and
Embittered revelry
Your embarrassing sciamachy
Wretched, unhinged, unholy
Besotted with silk and folly
And yet their faces, familiar
The contours
A picture
Of grace once withheld
Now left in squalor to melt
Before our world could start
We tore ourselves apart
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Burn with the love, unsold
The lies that you were told
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Poison (purpose)
Melt your resolve
Happily graft to the truncheon
Made of your bones
Wielded by saviours
Reticent to leave good deeds unseen
And whether you’re a product of the meek or the wild
Inherited genetics from a womb crystallized
You’ll never be wrong, never need to bend
Be the last defense against the unwashed throng
(This can’t be the end)
Before our world could start
We tore ourselves apart
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Burn with the love, unsold
The lies that you were told
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Before our world could start
We tore ourselves apart
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Burn with the love, unsold
The lies that you were told
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Before our world could start
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours
Burn with the love, unsold
I exist as
Nothing but stress and colours