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what color do you bleed?
need I tell you mine?
how does it feel to be real?
are you aware of the time?
it's getting late now,
the SUN's about to set.
you've always got me worried,
over you I always fret.

what world is real?
will I see you again?
the WIND is ever calling,
it's my only constant friend.
can you trust what's inside you?
can you trust what's not?
and my friend is still calling,
already I've forgot.

what's your name?
what is mine?
have you already forgotten?
what's the meaning of sublime?
trying hard not to forget,
trying hard not to remember,
i'm always still as cold,
you're the dullest buring ember.

i'm still trying to get to know you,
so what LIQUID do you cry?
what tune do you hum?
is it as melencholy as i?
what's the meaning of life?
have you sunk back into birth?
is dying as hard as not trying?
do you sink back into EARTH?

so tell me my dear,
what color do you bleed?
is it even worth existing?
what's the point in having need?
wrinkle, splatter, plop, and spread,
like paper, paint, a mable, sea.
keep these thoughts nearby,
but lock away my key.

Description
what color do you bleed?
need I tell you mine?
how does it feel to be real?
are you aware of the time?
it's getting late now,
the SUN's about to set.
you've always got me worried,
over you I always fret.

what world is real?
will I see you again?
the WIND is ever calling,
it's my only constant friend.
can you trust what's inside you?
can you trust what's not?
and my friend is still calling,
already I've forgot.

what's your name?
what is mine?
have you already forgotten?
what's the meaning of sublime?
trying hard not to forget,
trying hard not to remember,
i'm always still as cold,
you're the dullest buring ember.

i'm still trying to get to know you,
so what LIQUID do you cry?
what tune do you hum?
is it as melencholy as i?
what's the meaning of life?
have you sunk back into birth?
is dying as hard as not trying?
do you sink back into EARTH?

so tell me my dear,
what color do you bleed?
is it even worth existing?
what's the point in having need?
wrinkle, splatter, plop, and spread,
like paper, paint, a mable, sea.
keep these thoughts nearby,
but lock away my key.