The colors have built up in my mind
they're bleeding through my heart
but nobody knows that they exsist
look at my bursting vains, now do you see the red in me
it's a sign for the end
only the end of the red will show you my blueside
I've given my brush and plate
Where will i paint my life
And will the buyer in the sky
believe in what I dream
it's so hard for me to explain
only the end of the red will show you my blueside.