The purple colored coded
Rain drops fall into the abyss
Of hallow darkness
It's loud in there isn't it?
Ok on the outside it's a blank face
But in the mind it's a circuit a broken system where are the tools to fix it
Why is every tool old and rusty
Almost ancient
I see agony and screaming
Parents maybe
Ugliness surrounded by them
The authorities the reasons why the tools are old and damaged
Why the blank canvas continues to find its art within it self
Trying to fix it's popped wires and broken systems
They need to work to buy the tools they need to detach to make themselves
Anew
