Contemplation over this

Everything disastrous

Is true

The climbing of sources empty out the mood

When I found blue

When I found blue

Consequences reached a twist

Everything disastrous

Is pure

The evening of everything untrue

When I found blue

When I found blue

A floating ghost of numbers twist

The sheen above the specter's wrist

Now cut to watch the dripping fluid

Warming wounds to feed the new age

Beating public rage and treason

Subjugate this stinging feeling

Once again to feel it through

The blue

The blue, the blue, the blue

The blue, the blue, the blue

Consternation feels the depth

A thousand nights of knives digged in

Reduce those darkened forces

From a naked view

When I found blue

When I found blue

When I found blue

When I found blue