Color Between The Lines

trace that thought it chalk. red velvet one foot from the eye. six feet below the line that divides the earth and the sky. dear angel, you've grown horns so sharp they;ll stab through your lies and right through all your lines. darkness is quickly coming in. the outlook is constantly sinking. optimism is a thing of the past. i want it back. don't ever trace that thought... and as all exciting thought becomes a new outline in chalk i will stand up for myself and for the world's mind. you will not leave me behind. you can not leave me behind. never decline from this process so divine. if you let them censor your thoughts then they control your mind and that's all you've got. for all of the world's mind. for all of the world is mine.