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There's a man on the front of my hood

I think I just took his life and that ain't no good

He'll never get to hold his babies or kiss their heads

His wife's been widowed just because a light turned red



The stain of red is soaking deep

And the beating heart can't weep anymore

What have I done

Why can't I breathe

Is the red choking deep

Is the red soaking me



I'm just like you, a person with a mind

And all I ever did was leave home before my time

I'll never get hug my mother or even befriend my father

Cause in the stupidity of my youth I always came off smarter

(I don't know more than any other)



The stain of blue is soaking deep

Oxygenated blood can no longer seep from my viens

What have I done

Why can't I breathe

Is the blue choaking me

Is the blue soaking me



Will my colors ever fade

Or have they been lost

Finding their way through a maze

Finding their way just to fade away

Fade away inside of me



Seperate from this deep dark shade

I can no longer be lost inside this grey

Find your way through is maze

Find your way to finally stay

Finally stay inside of me



The stain of white is soaking deep

There's a calm and there's a peace bleeding through

What have I done

I can finally breathe

Is the white releasing me

Is the white inside of me



What have I done

What did I do

Are all the colors

Finally coming through



The stain of white is soaking deep

There's a calm

There's a clarity