1. BLIND STILL TRILL

All the trill is blind and still
It warns me
It warns

Furthermore, awakening
I can fling my fair-weather friend
Quicksand is hard to leave daintily
Lost to flawed intent

Hope the fear will swallow you
Mortified, choking on your hair
While little me rows merrily down the stream
Poison fills the air

Melancholic melody comforts me
Thrown out from the flood
Evidence evaporates
Confiscates source of toxic blood

Hope the hurt will hollow you
Left behind when the sirens sound
While little me feels feathery
Hopefully feet will find the ground


2. OLDER PINK

Rushing ribbons of late
I'm entangled in windable answers
Lacing-up ruby hate
As rage darkens my ritual dances

Care to survive
Not to crimson me alive
Forgetting the dead
Who arrive at the core

Burgundy scent
Urging ribbons of late
All to unravel
And fall at the gate
Hopelessly hovering restless instead
With every touch I grow
Real and red


3. SPONGY DOOM

Colourmonger me – I survived
For all the years of my silence
Hiding from her in places in my mind
Where she can't go
Where she can't find me
Old spongy doom

Curves are gentle friends – they are kind
They've kept me safe until that time
I forgot to lock the door in my mind
And she came creeping in behind me
Old spongy doom

Spectres!
Twisted like bungee fumes
Feigned, treacherous care
Spectres!
Twisted like bungee fumes
Dead ends everywhere

Piercing flash of lightning
Discloses truths I can't bear to know
Much too frightening

(Meek breath, body rising
Hundreds of halos crown
The emerging surroundings)

Straining to defy
I'm spending a whole life
Taking apart the wreck of those
Spectres!
Twisted like bungee fumes
Feigned, treacherous care
Spectres!
Twisted like bungee fumes
Dead ends everywhere

Colourmonger me – now I'm fine
But just for fun
I'm planning my celebration
On the day when she dies
Get drunk on bacon and mince pies
All the world abloom


4. OLDER PINK (RADIO EDIT)

Rushing ribbons of late
I'm entangled in windable answers
Lacing-up ruby hate
As rage darkens my ritual dances

Care to survive
Not to crimson me alive
Forgetting the dead
Who arrive at the core

Burgundy scent
Urging ribbons of late
All to unravel
And fall at the gate
Hopelessly hovering restless instead
With every touch I grow
Real and red