Another Nameless Face

Taunted and troubled, he raises his hand

Draws his fist, lets it all fall loose again

He's chained to his life, it's a walking, talking death

And he's losing his grip with every passing breath

Weary eyed and weak, he pulls himself up

Tries to take a drink, but he drinks from an empty cup

Yellow running down his back, blue across his face

He was giving his colors in the human race

Well his features are worn, there's darkness in his eyes

Some say madness--it's the perfect state of mind

He hears a rumbling silence that's louder than any words

To him it has more to offer than anything he's ever heard

So tell me, where can he go, which way can he face?

Does the wind blow

For another nameless face?

What's another nameless face

In another nameless place

So what's another nameless face

Well, some people say

Blue is for insanity, yellow is for shame

Colors might just tell you things

Should not be explained