Colors of Death

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 curfews and fear
Confidence sparks the colors of death
Opportunity barks from a snake's gaping mouth
Blind eyes wide open, I walk onward

Too young to - die
Puerile - 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
Puerile - killer
The colors of death

Too young to - die
Puerile - killer