The Colony Paroles

In this world of judgment.
But sometimes sleep takes on a life of it's own.

C:
I never rest,
I never lie.
The ghosts always come for me,
and In my mind.
Ink in my hands,
The dreams become lands,
The perfect life,
The perfect smile,
Don't exist for me.
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My lungs are filled
with blood I will be dead in seven years time.

The fighting never stops,
And I wonder why? This only seems to happen to me!

C:
I never rest,
I never lie.
The ghosts always come for me,
and In my mind.
Ink in my hands,
the dreams become lands
The perfect life,
The perfect smile,
Don't exist for me.

B:
Put on trial for no reason.
They won't tell me what I'm here for!

The door never opens,
but one day,
maybe they'll let me inside.

But until then I'll wait,
The scabs of my crimes itching my back.

Never the person I want to be.
Now it's too late,
The cleaver's coming down!

C:
I never rest,
I never lie.
The ghosts always come for me,
In my mind.
Ink in my hands,
The dreams become lands,
And my nightmares hilarious to you.
Tyrants oversee my life,
I can feel the carving knife.
The perfect life,
The perfect smile,
Perfect wife,
Perfect child,
They don't exist in my story.
Not even as an allegory.
I'll never really be free,
I'm still in the colony

(Thanks to Sounds Children Make for these lyrics)