Colors - Instrumental

What do my colors speak absent of what I mean?
Would you soon erase the way they stain the same?
I'm holding it by a frayed and failing thread of a fire work

Only raise dissent in myself (all I'm raising in me)
I resent the words as I'm pacing against their worth

I know that you won't believe what I say
Though in time you will see their claim be consumed by the tale they write
Given my pride
There is no escape now that you're in my way

Only raise dissent in myself (all I'm raising in me)
I resent the words as I'm pacing against what you've been playing

Crawl in your company
(Taste every drag)
Your thoughts cheat you like your drink
Your retching; the etching in the vinyl framed in your pain
No line will be left to trace

Tear out the malice in my eyes
Roll them back again
Feel like I'm callous when my hands sign Bitterness
Duress defined by "I tried" is in my nape
Tear out the malice in my eyes
Roll them back again
I am the lesser as the signs say " Carry this derision, dated and mired."
As if I'd wait
I'll tear out the malice in my eyes

(As if I'd wait)

The cull of our descent
I'm holding it, you know.
(If I wait)
The cull of our descent
I'm holding it
I'm holding it
(If I wait)
I'm holding it and failing, you know.
I'm holding it... and failing.