Paroles: Quix*o*tic. Heliotrope.

please bless me with colors not like all the others
and pain is required to revive the tried
picture omniscient oblivious and vibrant glowing loudly obvious
but silent
all these entities pass by me like flowers looking for true new worlds
and life giving showers
please clear me of all leftover stagnant pains
and return to me the feel of unknown planes