Drain
Remove my daylight
Where sculptures wheeze
Transforming pixels to a green & black freeze
Sat in my black chair where all my world melts down
Drain, the color from my screen
You have become me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Contain your fears
In a fragile grasp
Walk along the carpet lain to see her last
Sculpture in green & black before she melts down
I wouldn't do a thing for this
I couldn't wish for a system fix
But if I could change the colors of my life
They're yours & not in black & white
Drain, the color from my screen
You have become me
Drain the surface of my soul
You have me
Writer/s: Pineapple Thief
