The Thoughts of Chairman Anyhow
Collide a Scope
White
Resting snow unique in its molecular design.
Until it melts and conforms, unsalted sky brine.
Red
A Passion, a hate,
the sign you should yield
Oxenagated blood
Within the skins thin
shield
Blue
Dead lips and cold
An endless sea
Depression and Mondays
The chill within me
Green
New lives
Tendrils stretching for the light
A carpet by nature
Traffic light go, green is sick in the night
Brown
Age and leather
A voice with deep timbre
A tree an eye
Leaves in September
