Mad Drums

Stand beside the photograph

Then stand beside the door

I'd like you to go quietly

When sliding to the floor

Take a look before you go

And watch you threw away

There is no sense in recompense

This act you can't delay

Let's take the colours

And throw them over

Then swim 'til you can see

The eyes of me

In truth I feel no hatred

In truth I feel no shame

I only feel confusion

At what you stood to gain

Strip the years of candy floss

Strip the years of pains

You tried to take a part of me

Now look at what you face

Let's take the colours

And throw them over

Then swim 'til you can see

The eyes of me

Taste of another

Who was forbidden

Lay down your guilty hands

In light of me