I wake up and the bones in my feet
Are speaking words in a language foreign to me
Speaking in the tongues of my fathers
They're crying tears of this grayscale tragedy
This black and white water needs some color
Before I start to drown in the monochrome
And when He comes, you better be ready
Or you won't be following behind
Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe you're because of me
This chemical imbalance is getting dry
This black and white water needs some color
Before I start to drown in the monochrome