

"Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue
~
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
And it's blue
And he's blue
~
Art is not what I create
What I create is chaos"