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Violet flows from the wound in your chest
Black is the hole in which you rest
Your heart of gold was ripped in two
Soaked in the sickness that is you.
Grey is the box that holds my head
Yellow's the wind when everyone's dead
Red is the blood dried on the rope
While green is your last hope.

Colour me green - Green is the colour of my god
Violet flows from the wound in your chest   Black is the hole in which you rest   Your heart of gold was ripped in two   Soaked in the sickness that is you.   Grey is the box that holds my head   Yellow's the wind when everyone's dead   Red is the blood dried on the rope   While green is your last hope.      Colour me green - Green is the colour of my god