Blue 9 - Penal Colony

Understand the reality of the frame

And the need to pull in all that exists to it

Listen to the world’s hum

And the serial killers that heard it

Stay alive for the colors that have no name

Circumvent, breathe in the sulfates

Test the threshold

The envelope of pain

Blue nine

Pulling me down again

Blue nine

Penetrate the matrix of the senses

Falling through the neon and the carbon

Realized the horror and the loss

Succumbed to the id and the grandeur

Only seconds before you do it again

Only minutes until the gas caresses

Test the threshold

The envelope of pain

Blue nine

Pulling me down again

Blue nine

It’s only a tic