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Mind Colour

My hands are stretching out

to seal up this door of truth,

‘cause My brain is scratched out

by the legends of a false god.



You ever pretended by me

that I follow ya, threatening me,

without I could look inside myself,

but finally I find out that I’m not blind



My mind’s weighed down

by the rules which’re engraved on,

my arms are withered

by the thirst for some sunny deeds.



The holy habit

in faith I filled with all myself,

always hid my face’s light

Now its hood is breaking up,

frozen by the raw binks of my eyes.



It’s time to fight

whoever‘s trying to mould my life.

It’s time to fight

whoever’s controlling my mind.

It’s time to fight with all my might.
Try to repel this words,

with which you became mighty in me.

Try to stop the rage of your believers,

who, with me,

are ready to wring your soul.



The holy habit

that I filled with all myself

always hid my body’s heat

Now, its cloth is wearing out

with the fanciful acts of my kind.



Wan rising stars,

your luminescence

still bunish and split, the earthly shell

that wrap and protect you

fromthe space boras,

floating round you.

I told you about a conquerors of souls

and about a lonely natural brain. Now,

Try to close your eyes

and fell your heart-beats

run to infinity.

Try to close your eyes

and then describe

the true colour of your mind;

Prayers and lies burn inside

Sparkling by my mouth,

But at last I‘ll rule this fire

Breaking down the door of truth.

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