The color of my blade is red, yeah
Remember what you said, yeah
Perfection is killing the freak, yeah
Even as we speak, yeah

Don't you intend to explore
How it was decided that their side started the war
The silence will rise to a shout, yeah
But the silence will rise to a shout then
Yeah, the one that you worried about and
You told us we'd see it through

But the practical joker police came
To knock down doors and to leave blame
I remember what you told them
"The color of my blade is gold" and

They didn't come back anymore
Because you decided to lay it out on the floor
And your shimmering stuntmen would leave you
'Cause they no longer would believe you
It's worthless to talk it through

Don't you come back anymore