The Color Pink
No one gets in
No one gets out
After all it’s just you and me
Dawning curses of infant bleed
There is no room in the hog pen drizzle above
There is no home side the levee broken mud
The stove notched has reached its peak enough
Strap me Armani shackles and pass the bud
Over the hill steeped tumbles
Let us get ready to rumble
Lacerating through the insured plastered
Stone shine guts and glory bastard
All motives fallen only left with gems and pearls
Couldn’t keep this greed cause everyone else did
For something of what and the reds and the use
For nothing to none submerged from the dirt and eye
Hiding behind the sheds till the fallen dusk dawned
Dispersing all is true for the rem liars stared its spawn
Will the fantasy ever come true flashed in the theatre dome?
Space cadets ever burn through the atmosphere home
Forever and burn