(Hess/Lesperance) She writes "all is gold" with the clear intent to lie And he rides a fallen horse but believes that he can fly One day little fleas turn into parasites disease Making sounds no one could hear Monochrome memories and colourless melodies get too loud Then break the ear Warming a frozen rose The rainbows disappeared Lust fucked off and crawled in a young new hole It's never good to pretend that it's ever coming back again The screen hides indulging tries Patronizing incurable lies And we'll fight on the lawn over which blade of grass is mine
