from
Two Black Crows,
released January 1, 2016
ARE THESE THE TRUE COLORS
A rusty metal chain
Connected straight into to a clock
And On the other side
Millions of throats, that about to be choked
Split personality souls
Wandering in fear
Down In the wilderness
Searching for wells, for something
for something to appear
Are these the true colors
Is this what we're here for
We all carry the stones
We’re all forced laborers
Millions of Submissive souls
Struggling to get up
Into a heavy morning fog
Trying hard to see,
Beyond the thick clouds
The future is a blue sea
So deep, so deep and dark
The present is a chameleon
That always changing colors
That always ends in black
And these are not the true color
I’m quite sure of this
I can feel it in my bones now
There must be something more
no these are not the true color
I’m quite sure of this
I can feel it in my bones everyday
There must be something more