Being so guilty the teachings of Mr Nice

Seemed a digital incarnation of a life

And empty house dug foot holes ascending up my spine

But in your house

We gave our fantasies

Exchanged for currency

A valid colour code to blanket our natural feelings

I was the only man to return alive

Because in your house we gave our colour codes

Exchanged for clouded oaths

That made me feel at ease without giving up an apology

Did you ever try to find your colour code?

Did you ever try...