Epitaph

Await my breath
 the colours blend to extract
 nutrition
 from black and white
 And off we go
 into the colour saturated part of you
 count me in
 the fraud you're planning
 Now the peasant lies still
 for he knows the lot
 knows why and when and whom to blame
 Set the controls for pleasant dreams
 speak the liars tongue
 to wake the ancient gods
 Set the controls for higher grounds
 Trust me to fetter my thoughts
 Count me in
 That epitaph
 met my eye through the wilderness
 now the crescent lies still
 for it covers the lot
 sweet saturation
 when colours leave no space to fill
 I dare you, count me in
 count me in the fraud you're planning
 That epitaph
 met my eye through the wilderness
 as a monument of that fraud
 colours leave the spaces in shades of grey
 and those salty tastes
 that labels the dissidents
 Morning mist
 one freezing night awaits your death
 salty taste
 lures that child to lick
 that child lies still for it knows the lot
 Final solution for the colourless
 and I'm off
 I'll count you all in
 That epitaph
 one freezing night awaits your death
 colours spawned by dust
 recall the saltier taste of hate