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
