Chromatic

Step into the light Step into the light Step into the light The grassy mound gives way And you abhor the day Every time I dig myself deeper it stays the same And come on sharp with a spine of golden way I am the Star You are the Saint I set a bevel on my face Cut the world in half as Clock hand melts into the glass I can see behind the gears that click and crash Step into the light You know you got a way with words A silver tongue and chromatic eyes A fingernail on an emery board I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning Step into the light Step into the light Step into the light Step into the light Step into the light Step into the light I held the heart inside my hand And squeezed the blood out in the sand I walk the beach's length into the swell Found a meager angry spirit of myself Asked what I could do to change He promised there is no such thing to do or way So I came back Resuscitate The King of Thorns is born with a tongue in bitter taste I don't want to judge but the way you slither in is just alarming A Quetzalcoatl clenched in human skin A robot with a twinkle of remorse I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning Step into the light You know you got a way with words A silver tongue and chromatic eyes A fingernail on an emery board I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning I don't want to judge but the way you slither in is just alarming A Quetzalcoatl clenched in human skin A robot with a twinkle of remorse I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning Step into the light You know you got a way with words A silver tongue and chromatic eyes A fingernail on an emery board I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning I'm trapped in a circle Like a deep scratch on vinyl I'm a scavenger of storming the shores of misery every morning