DESCRIPTION:
Gainesville, Florida based band, Aleka's Attic
Lyrics: Josh M/River P
Vocal: River P

Lyrics

My closet is all I have for secrets
I lived once before, it looked just like Marx painting
Dad made me play ball
I lost my real reason
I was scared, it's taste was sweet
There were too many colors

Wake up some more
Should y'all get used to many other colors?
Wake up some more and you'll get used to other colors

Somehow we get strapped into unlikely straight jackets
Top tailors pay all
We'll say how well they suit you
They sold you bad credit
Stressed brainless, you can't budget
Sleeping ills and black/white dreams
Inside, it seems like treason

Wake up some more
Should y'all get used to many other colors?
Wake up some more
Should y'all get used to many other colors?

This world is colored in by your own hearts
It could be a melting pot for some kid's crayons
This world has more than I want to chose from
There's too many, the colors are mixed wrong
We're now colorless I have found

Human method
One stab more than any advert could offer
Turn of glaith, of her self-induced revision
Wash your face
Look mirror straight on
A color of your eyes can show you
Are the bright red or white?
Don't just close
Those shudders don't just pull off those colors

Wake up some more
Should y'all get used to many other colors?
Wake up some more
Should y'all get used to many other colors?

Waking, It's time that y'all get used to other colors
Waking, It's time that y'all get used to other colors