Being used, but never forgiven
Being pushed out, then pulled right back in
How can I run, when you pull my strings
Self deception wrapped in the colors of death
Living a life behind curfens and fear
Confidence sparks the colors of death
Opportunity barks from a snakes gaping mouth
Blind eyes wide open, I walk onward
Too young to - die
Purile - killer
The colors of death
Time passes slowly, every second a struggle
Control of destiny slips away
Initiations taking all chances
Consequences cut out, I get sucked in
Too young to - die
Purile - killer
The colors of death
Too young to - die
Purile - killer