solitudo:

I see a red door and i want it painted black.
No colors any more i want them to turn black

I see the gods walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until the darkness goes

I see a line of cars they’ve been painted black
With crosses and my love never to come back

Most people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a stillborn baby they’re all dead anyway

Maybe then i’ll fade away and you can face the facts
It’s not easy, really, when your whole world is black
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and its pattern paint is black
No more will my green sea turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you

Most people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a stillborn baby they’re all dead anyway

I want it painted, painted, painted black
I want it painted, painted, painted black
Black as night, black as white, black, black, black
Painted, painted, painted black, black, black
Black, black, black…

nice amendments lol

(Source: theunbearablelightnessofbeing)