The Estranged

God, I've falling down.
The taste is ground on my lips
and I, am my tears
green a life bought and sold, with cheap cologne

The signs, are painted red/amarillo
the colors blind...
over again

i'm not quite there
not quite yet

I paint the wall.
Somehow it eases in, i'll bleed for two.
I break my fist
over and over and over again.

I guess it's right that i'm walking away
(i guess i see what you've had to say)
and leave them to their own
I guess it's fine, now that i'm the estranged
(lead me on but not far away)
and i'm far from home...but i am going on.

(always, make out hues
always, believe the truth)

I stand next to the wall,
where men and angels fall
overwhelmed by what they deem to call
a since of urgency
two cry another screams.
for salvation from the red and the black.