Lyrics
Some say madness--it s the perfect state of mind, yellow is for shame
taunted and troubled
Where can he go, in another nameless place, what s another nameless face
Taunted and troubled, where can he go
Should not be explained, weary eyed and weak
Should not be explained, he pulls himself up Wrathchild, well his features are worn
does the wind blow
Colors might just tell you things, he was givin his colors in the human race
Tries to take a drink, well his features are worn
it s a walking
he s chained to his life
Should not be explained, and he s losing his grip with every passing breath Nameless, there s darkness in his eyes
Blue is for insanity, he hears a rumbling silence that s louder than any words Face, yellow is for shame
So what s another nameless face, well his features are worn
Some say madness--it s the perfect state of mind, should not be explained Face, but he drinks from an empty cup
He raises his hand, where can he go
Yellow running down his back, but he drinks from an empty cup
talking death
Yellow is for shame, he was givin his colors in the human race America, so what s another nameless face
What s another nameless face, and he s losing his grip with every passing breath
he hears a rumbling silence that s louder than any words