Yellow

A shell of flesh, often gone unnoticed
Frantically strewn with pulsating nerves
Malformation of consciousness lacked of purpose
Constantly flooded with something in which to be concerned

Pointless tasks for a meaningless existence
Desperate to claw onto any thread of reason
The efforts lost - I have nothing to believe in

Who am I?
I am no one
A face to pass you by
While you were staring at the sun
Hidden in the shade
Of other's "success"
All ambition fades
Beneath the excess

Who are you?
You are no one too
A person gazing through
The endless haze of gloom
Seeking anything
To make a mark
I'll be waiting for you here
Within this frigid dark



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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