Being used, but never forgiven   Being pushed out, then pulled right back in   How can I run, when you pull my strings   Self deception wrapped in the colors of death   Living a life behind curfens and fear   Confidence sparks the colors of death   Opportunity barks from a snakes gaping mouth   Blind eyes wide open, I walk onward   Too young to - die   Purile - killer   The colors of death   Time passes slowly, every second a struggle   Control of destiny slips away   Initiations taking all chances   Consequences cut out, I get sucked in   Too young to - die   Purile - killer   The colors of death   Too young to - die   Purile - killer